Az a hamutömeg, ami a szíve volt, s amely a mindennapos valóság legkeményebb csapásait is állta, a sajdító emlékezés első fuvallatára összeomlott. A szomorúság kényszere mindinkább szenvedélyévé vált, ahogy lassan őrölték az évek. A magány emberivé tette.
Gabriel García MárquezNekem az is elég volna, ha biztosan tudnám, hogy te meg én csakugyan létezünk ebben a pillanatban.
Gabriel García MárquezThat is how they were: they spent their lives proclaiming their proud origins, the historic merits of the city, the value of its relics, its heroism, its beauty, but they were blind to the decay of its years. Dr Juvenal Urbino, on the other hand, loved it enough to see it with the eyes of truth.
Gabriel García MárquezShe was able to draw no conclusions because her husband's patients, except for mutual friends, were part of his private domain; they were people without identity, known not by their faces but by their pains, not by the colour of their eyes or the evasions of their hearts but by the size of their livers, the coating on their tongues, the blood in their urine, the hallucinations of their feverish nights.
Gabriel García MárquezFlorentino Ariza wrote everything with so much passion that even official documents seem to be about love. His bills of lading were rhymed no matter how he tried to avoid it, and routine business letters had a lyrical spirit that diminished their authority.
Gabriel García MárquezHabía tenido que promover treinta y dos guerras, y violar todos sus pactos con la muerte y revolcarse como un cerdo en el muladar de la gloria, para descubrir con casi cuarenta años de retraso los privilegios de la simplicidad
Gabriel García Márquez[O]ne can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.
Gabriel García MárquezThe eternal loves of the high seas ended when the port came in sight.
Gabriel García MárquezLo malo de este pueblo es que las mujeres tienen que quedarse solas en la casa mientras los hombres andan por el monte.
Gabriel García MárquezMy heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.
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