Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“At twelve o’clock, when Aureli-ano, José had bled to death and Carmelita Montiel found that the cards showing her future were blank, more than four hundred men had filed past the theater and discharged their revolvers into the abandoned body of Captain Aquiles Ricardo. A patrol had to use a wheelbarrow to carry the body, which was heavy with lead and fell apart like a water-soaked loaf of bread.”

“Ljubomora zna više i od same istine.''''Čovjek u seksu nalazi utjehu kad mu se ne posreći u ljubavi.''''Žena nikad ne oprašta muškarcu koji ostaje ravnodušan prema njenim čarima.”

“Es imposible no terminar siendo como los otros creen que uno es. (Atribuido a Julio César)”

“También la moral es un asunto de tiempo”

“Una tarde, cuando todos dormían la siesta, no resisitó más y fue a su dormitorio. Lo encontró en calzoncillos, despierto, tendido en la hamaca que había colgadio de de los horcones con cables de amarrar barcos. La impresionó tanto su enorme desnudez tarabiscoteada que sintió el impulso de retroceder. «Pedone», se excuso. «No sabía que estaba aquí.» pero apago la voz para no despertar a nadie. «Ven acá», dijo él. Rebeca obedeció. Se detuvo junto a la hamaca, sudando hielo, sintiendo que se le fromaban nudos en las tripas, mientras José Arcadio le acariciaba los tobillos con la yema de los dedos, y luego las pantorrillas y luego los muslos, murmurando: «Ay, hermanita; ay, hermanita» Ella tuvo que hacer un esfuerzo sobrenatural para no morirse cuando una potencia ciclónica asombrosamente regulada la levantó por la cintura y la despojo de su intimidad con tres zarpazos, y la descuartizó como a un pajarito. Alcanzó a dar gracias a Dios por haber nacido, antes de perder la conciencia en el placer inconcebible de aquel dolor insportable, chapaleando en el pantano humeante de la hamaca que absorbió como un papel secante la explosión de su sangre.”

“Un hombre sólo tiene derecho a mirar a otro hacia abajo, cuando ha de ayudarle a levantarse.”

“No one described him better than he did when someone accused him of being rich. “No, not rich,” he said. “I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.”

“«Las cosas, tienen vida propia -pregonaba el gitano con áspero acento-, todo es cuestión de despertarles el ánima.”

“Consideraba como una burla de su travieso destino haber buscado el mar sin encontrarlo... y haberlo encontrado entonces sin buscarlo.”

“When at last he surrendered, Florentino Ariza hung the mirror in house, not for the exquisite frame but because of the place inside that for two hours had been occupied by her beloved reflection”

“Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.”

“The legal reporter came out of his cubicle shouting that two bodies of unidentified girls were in the city morgue. Frightened, I asked him: What age? Young, he said. They may be refugees from the interior chased here by the regime's thugs. I sighed with relief. The situation encroaches on us in silence, like a bloodstain, I said. The legal reporter, at some distance now, shouted: "Not blood, Maestro,shit.”

“Amor del alma de la cintura para arriba y amor del cuerpo de la cintura para abajo.”

“Ella se demoró apenas el tiempo necesario para decir el nombre. Lo buscó en las tinieblas, lo encontró a primera vista entre los tantos y tantos nombres confundibles de este mundo y del otro, y lo dejó clavado en la pared con su dardo certero, como a una mariposa sin albedrío cuya sentencia estaba escrita desde siempre.”

“Tenía una manera de hablar que más bien le servía para ocultar que para decir.”

“Había nacido como las grandes reinas de la historia con el cordón umbilical enrollado en el cuello.”

“Su buena labor parece por momentos desvirtuada por la desilusión.”

“Es que murió sin entender su muerte.”

“De manera que su despreocupación consiente hubiera sido suicida.”

“A fost ceva nou pentru mine. Nu cunosteam viclesugurile seductiei si vesnic imi alesesem la intamplare iubitele de o noapte ... si facusem dragoste fara dragoste. In noaptea aceea am descoperit placerea incredibila de a contempla trupul unei femei adormite, fara imboldirea dorintei sau oprelistile pudorii".”

“Il était encore trop jeune pour savoir que la mémoire du cœur efface les mauvais souvenirs et embellit les bons, et que c'est grâce à cet artifice que l'on parvient à accepter le passé.”

“Estava convencido de que uma mulher que se deita com um homem uma vez, continua a deitar-se com ele sempre que ele o quiser, sempre que a saiba enternecer.”

“literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people.”

“La vida le había dado muchos motivos para estar alerta, pero ninguno para estar asustado.”

“Eres un burro. Lo que Dios te dio en ojos te lo quitó en sesos.”

“En este pueblo no hay ladrones. Todo el mundo conoce a todo el mundo.”

“I continued working without a break, but in the middle of the third story...I felt myself tiring more than if I had been working on a novel. The same thing happened with the fourth. In fact, I did not have the energy to finish them. Now I know why: The effort involved in writing a short story is as intense as beginning a novel, where everything must be defined in the first paragraph: structure, tone, style, rhythm, length, and sometimes even the personality of a character. All the rest is the pleasure of writing, the most intimate, solitary pleasure one can imagine, and if the rest of one's life is not spent correcting the novel, it is because the same iron rigor needed to begin the book is required to end it. But a story has no beginning, no end: Either it works or it doesn't. And if it doesn't, my own experience, and the experience of others, shows that most of the time it is better for one's health to start again in another direction, or toss the story in the wastebasket. Someone, I don't remember who, made the point with this comforting phrase: "Good writers are appreciated more for what they tear up than for what they publish.”

“O coração tem mais quartos que uma casa de putas.”

“Esta tarde, pensando todo esto frente a una ventana lúgubre, donde cae la nieve, con más de cincuenta años encima, y todavía sin saber muy bien quién soy ni qué carajos hago aquí, tengo la impresión de que el mundo fue igual desde mi nacimiento hasta que los Beatles comenzaron a cantar.”

“Ja nisam bogataš, no tek siromašak sa puno para.”

“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.”

“No había dejado de desearla un solo instante. La encontraba en los oscuros dormitorios de los pueblos vencidos, sobre todo en los más abyectos, y la materializaba en el tufo de la sangre seca en las vendas de los heridos, en el pavor instantáneo del peligro de muerte, a toda hora y en todas partes. Había huido de ella tratando de aniquilar su recuerdo no sólo con la distancia, sino con un encarnizamiento aturdido que sus compañeros de armas calificaban de temeridad, pero mientras más revolcaba su imagen en el muladar de la guerra, más la guerra se parecía a Amaranta. Así padeció el exilio, buscando la manera de matarla con su propia muerte...”

“It was the first time in a half century that they had been so close and had enough time to look at each other with some serenity and they had seen each other for what they were: two old people, ambushed by death, who had nothing in common except the mercy of an ephemeral past that was no longer theirs but belonged to two young people who had vanished and who could have been their grandchildren.”

“Anda, niña- le dijo temblando de rabia-: dinos quién fue.Ella se demoró apenas el tiempo necesario para decir el nombre. Lo buscó en las tinieblas, lo encontró a primera vista entre los tantos y tantos nombres confundibles de este mundo y del otro, y lo dejó clavado en la pared con su dardo certero, como a una mariposa sin albedrío cuya sentencia estaba escrita para siempre.-Santiago Nasar- le dijo.”

“He was aware he did not love her. He had married her because he liked her haughtiness, her seriousness, her strength, and also because of some vanity on his part, but as she kissed him for the first time he was sure there would be obstacle to their inventing true love.”

“The truth is that Dr. Juvenal Urbino's suit had never been undertaken in the name of love, and it was curious, to say the least, that a militant Catholic like him would offer her only worldly goods: security, order, happiness, contiguous numbers that, once they were added together, might resemble love, almost be love. But they were not love, and these doubts increased her confusion, because she was also not convinced that love was really what she most needed to live.”

“He was another person, despite his firm decision and anguished effort to continue to be the same man he had been before his mortal encounter with love.The truth is that he was never the same again. Winning back Fermina Daza was the sole purpose of his life”

“he was the lover who never showed his face, the man most avid for love as well as most niggardly with it, the man who gave nothing and wanted everything, the man who did not allow anyone to leave a trace of her passing in his heart, the hunter lying in ambush.”

“I understood that he was my host, though he only glanced at me and walked by, and I did not have the audacity to signal to him in any way. He hurried into the station and came out again minutes later with no expression of hope. At last he saw me and pointed with his index finger: "You're Gabito, right?" I answered him with all my heart: "Almost, now.”

“But in the days that followed I realized he was only what he seemed: a giant baby with a heart too big for his body.”

“They showed me that it was not necessary to demonstrate facts: it was enough for the author to have written something for it to be true, with no proof other than the power of his talent and the authority of his voice. It was Scheherazade all over again—not in her millenary world, where everything was possible, but in a irreparable world, where everything had already been lost.”

“Zijn goede bedoelingen werden gedwarsboomd door de onwankelbare starheid van Rebeca, die vele jaren van leed en ellende nodig had gehad om de voorrechten van de eenzaamheid te verkrijgen en die niet van plan was daarvan af te zien in ruil voor een oude dag welke verstoord zou worden door de valse aantrekkelijkheid van een anders medelijden.”

“She asked God, without fear, if he really believed that people were made of iron in order to bear so many troubles and mortifications; and asking over and over she was stirring up her own confusion and she felt irrepressible desires to let herself go and scamper about like a foreigner and allow herself at last an instant of rebellion, that instant yearned for so many times and so many times postponed, putting her resignation aside and shitting on everything once and for all and drawing out of her heart the infinite stacks of bad words that she had been forced to swallow over a century of conformity.”

“And only after he said it did he realize that among the countless suicides he could remember, this was the first with cyanide that had not been caused by the sufferings of love. Then something changed in the tone of his voice.“And when you do find one, observe with care,” he said to the intern:“they almost always have crystals in their heart.”

“One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!”

“There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.”

“Muchos años después, frente al pelotón de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía había de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo.”

“La vida no es la que uno vivió sino la que uno recuerda y como la recuerda para contarla”

“Ya lo verán, decía, se volverán a repartir todo entre los curas, los gringos y los ricos, y nada para los pobres... porque éstos estarán siempre tan jodidos que el día en que la mierda tenga algún valor los pobres nacerán sin culo".”

“Sólo porque alguien no te ame como tu quieres, no significa que no te ame con todo su ser”