People spend a lifetime thinking abouthow they would really like to live. I asked my friends and no one seems to know very clearly. To me, it’s very clear now. I wish my life could have been like the years when I was writing ‘Love in the Time of Cholera.’
Most critics don’t realize that a novel like One Hundred Years of Solitude is a bit of a joke, full of signals to close friends; and so, with some pre-ordained right to pontificate they take on the responsibility of decoding the book and risk making terrible fools of themselves.
It was the time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity.
It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.
A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.
She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.
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.
That’s maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think .
She had the revelation one Sunday that while the other instruments played for everyone the violen played for her alone .
The weak would never enter the kingdom of love.
Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him.
How strange women are.
Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?
The only everyday and eternal reality was love.
At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.
Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.
If you lie down in a village square hoping to capture a sea gull, you could stay there your whole life without succeeding. But a hundred miles from shore it’s different. Sea gulls have a highly developed instinct for self-preservation on land but at sea they’re very cocky.
Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.
Even when the winds of misfortune blow, amazing things can still happen.
The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.