Comer sin medida fue siempre su único modo de llorar, y nunca la había visto hacerlo con tanta pesadumbre
Gabriel García MárquezMots clés cronica-de-una-muerte-anunciada
کمتر خواهم خوابید وبیش تر رویا خواهم دید برای هر دقیقه ای که چشمانتان را روی هم میگذارید به اندازه شصت ثانیه نور و روشنایی را از دست میدهید.
Gabriel García Márquezmy heart has more rooms in it than a whore house
Gabriel García MárquezMots clés humour
She always had a headache, or it was too hot, always, or she pretended to be asleep, or she had her period again, her period, always her period. So much so that Dr. Urbino had dared to say in class, only for the relief of unburdening himself without confession, that after ten years of marriage women had their periods as often as threes times a week.
Gabriel García MárquezA man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
Gabriel García Márquezإن الحب الأبدي في أعالي البحار ينتهي مع رؤية الميناء
Gabriel García MárquezAll human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.
Gabriel García MárquezMots clés life secrecy privacy public-image
A trickle of blood came out under the door, crossed the living room, went out into the street, continued on in a straight line across the uneven terraces, went down steps and climbed over curbs, passed along the Street of the Turks, turned a corner to the right and another to the left, made a right angle at the Buendía house, went in under the closed door, crossed through the parlor, hugging the walls so as not to stain the rugs, went on to the other living room, made a wide curve to avoid the dining-room table, went along the porch with the begonias, and passed without being seen under Amaranta's chair as she gave an arithmetic lesson to Aureliano José, and went through the pantry and came out in the kitchen, where Úrsula was getting ready to crack thirty-six eggs to make bread.
"Holy Mother of God!" Úrsula shouted.
La peor forma de extrañar a alguien es estar sentado a su lado y saber que nunca lo podrás tener.
Gabriel García Márquezبراي هر دقيقه اي كه چشمانمان را ببنديم ، به مدت شصت ثانيه از نور و روشنايي محروم خاهيم شد .
Gabriel García MárquezMots clés يك-دقيقه-شصت-ثان
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