And nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.
Gabriel García MárquezIt was also her nature that caused her letters to avoid emotional pitfalls and confine themselves to relating the events of her daily life in the utilitarian style of a ship's log. In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line.
Gabriel García MárquezTag: love-letters
Esa mirada casual fue el origen de un cataclismo de amor que medio siglo después aún no había terminado.
Gabriel García MárquezTodavia era demasiado joven para saber que la memoria del corazón elimina los malos recuerdos y magnifica los buenos, y que gracias a ese artificio
logramos sobrellevar el pasado.
One night a friend lent me a book of short stories by Franz Kafka. I went back to the pension where I was staying and began to read The Metamorphosis. The first line almost knocked me off the bed. I was so surprised. The first line reads, “As Gregor Samsa awoke that morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. . . .” When I read the line I thought to myself that I didn’t know anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing a long time ago. So I immediately started writing short stories.
Gabriel García MárquezTag: writing inspiration interview
Tomorrow is never guaranteed to anyone,young or old. Today could be the last time to see your loved ones, which is why you mustn't wait; do it today, in case tomorrow never arrives. I am sure you will be sorry you wasted the opportunity today to give a smile, a hug, a kiss, and that you were too busy to grant them their last wish.
Gabriel García MárquezLei gli domandò in quei giorni se era vero, come dicevano le canzoni, che l'amore poteva tutto.
"E' vero" rispose lui "ma farai bene a non crederci".
«Come siamo lontani!» sospirò.
«Da cosa?»
«Da noi stessi» disse il vescovo.
Lo guardò negli occhi:
«Non teme di dannarsi?»
«Credo di esserlo già, ma non per lo Spirito Santo» disse Delaura senza allarme «Ho sempre creduto che tiene da conto più l'amore che la fede.»
Tag: amore
Non c'è medicina che guarisca quello che non guarisce la felicità
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