Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“La gelosia non conosceva la sua casa: in più di trent'anni di pace coniugale, il dottor Urbino si era spesso vantato in pubblico, e fino ad allora ne era stato certo, di essere come i fiammiferi svedesi, che si accendono solo sulla loro scatola.”

“Continuò a essere così, anche quando il corpo cominciò a inviargli i primi segnali di allarme, perché aveva sempre avuto la salute di ferro della gente cagionevole.”

“Tuttavia, Florentino Ariza scoprì quella somiglianza molti anni dopo, mentre si pettinava davanti allo specchio, e solo allora capì che un uomo sa quando comincia a invecchiare perchè comincia ad assomigliare a suo padre.”

“Ricco no" disse, "sono un povero con i soldi, che non è la stessa cosa.”

“si lasciò trasportare dalla sua convinzione che gli esseri umani non nascono sempre il giorno in cui le loro madri le danno alla luce, ma che la vita li costringe ancora molte altre volte a partorirsi da sé.”

“Lo constatò con la compassione dei figli che la vita ha trasformato a poco a poco in padri dei loro padri, e per la prima volta si dispiacque di non essere stato insieme al suo nella solitudine dei suoi errori.”

“Era ancora troppo giovane per sapere che la memoria del cuore elimina i brutti ricordi e magnifica quelli belli, e che grazie a tale artificio risuciamo a tollerare il passato.”

“Gli ricordò che i deboli non sarebbero mai entrati nel regno dell'amore, che è un regno inclemente e meschino, e che le donne si concedono solo agli uomini dall'animo risoluto, perché infondono loro la sicurezza che tanto bramano per affrontare la vita.”

“Gli bastò un interrogatorio insidioso, prima a lui e poi alla madre, per constatare un'ennesima volta che i sintomi dell'amore sono gli stessi del colera.”

“Lui le offrì allora la camelia che portava all'occhiello. Lei la rifiutò: "E' un fiore che impegna".”

“Lei aveva scoperto a poco a poco l'incertezza dei passi del marito, i turbamenti d'umore, le crepe della memoria, l'abitudine recenti di singhiozzare nel sonno, ma non li aveva considerati segni inequivocabili della ruggine finale, bensì un ritorno felice all'infanzia. Per questo non lo trattava come un vecchio difficile ma come un bambino senile, e quell'inganno era stato provvidenziale per entrambi avendoli messi in salvo dalla compassione.”

“Ela teve que fazer um esforço sobrenatural para não morrer quando uma potência ciclônica, assombrosamente regulada levantou-a pela cintura e despojou-a da sua intimidade com três patadas, e esquartejou-a como a um passarinho. Conseguiu dar graças a Deus por ter nascido, antes de perder a consciência no prazer inconcebível daquela dor insuportável, chapinhando no lago fumegante da rede que absorveu como um mata-borrão a explosão do seu sangue.”

“Les gens que l'on aime devraient mourir avec toutes leurs affaires.”

“«Es increíble cómo se puede ser tan feliz durante tantos años, en medio de tantas peloteras, de tantas vainas, carajo, sin saber en realidad si eso es amor o no». Cuando terminó de desahogarse, alguien había apagado la luna. El buque avanzaba con sus pasos contados, poniendo un pie antes de poner el otro: un inmenso animal en acecho. Fermina Daza había regresado de la ansiedad.-Vete ahora -dijo”

“Fermina Daza había rechazado a Florentino Ariza en un destello de madurez que pagó de inmediato con una crisis de lástima, pero nunca dudó de que su decisión había sido certera.”

“four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.”

“his blue eyes, lively and close-set, revealed the gentleness of a man who had read all of the books.”

“...they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.”

“The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.”

“Horses frighten me as much as chickens do,’ he said.‘That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress,’ said Abrenuncio. ‘If we ever broke down the barriers, we could produce the centaur.”

“Love was always love anytine anyplace but it was more solid the closer it came to death .”

“He found a glimmer of hope in the ruins of disaster”

“He was begining to defer his problems in the hope that death would resolve them .”

“Old age began with one's 1st fall and the death came with the 2nd .”

“Thing in good marriage is not happiness but stabilty .”

“They had to isolate her so that she would not drive the rest of the madwomen crazy.”

“She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it .”

“His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .”

“That's maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think .”

“Shooting with his camera the animals tha they did not allow him to kill with his rifle .”

“She belived that whatever happened to one love affected other loves throught the world .”

“The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.”

“In reality they were distracted letters intendedto keep the coals alive witgout putting her hand in the fire while FA burned himself alive in every line .”

“She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .”

“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.”

“opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .”

“How strange women are.”

“O became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.”

“Es la guerra. Y no me vuelva a decir Aurelito, que ya soy el coronel Aureliano Buendía.”

“There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.”

“Do not allow me to forget you”

“For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.”

“Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta que los asimilaba el olvido.”

“At that instant the smoking mouths of the rifles were aimed at him and letter by letter he heard the encyclicals that Mequiades had chanted and he heart the lost steps of Santa Sofia de la Piedad, a virgin, in the classroom, and in his nose he felt the same icy hardness that had drawn his attention in the nostrils of the corpse of Remedios.”

“Apártense, vacas, que la vida es corta.”

“Come here, he said. Rebeca obeyed. She stopped beside the hammock in an icy sweat, feeling knots forming in her intestines, while Jose Arcadio stroked her ankle with the tips of his fingers, then her calves, then her thighs, murmuring: Oh, little sister, little sister. She had to make a supernatural effort not to die when a startlingly regulated cyclonic power lifted her up by the waist and despoiled her of her intimacy with 3 slashes of its claws and quartered her like a little bird. She managed to thank God for having been born before she lost herself in the inconcievable pleasure of that unbearable pain...”

“He had not stopped desiring her for a single instant. He found her in the dark bedrooms of captured towns, especially in the most abject ones, and he would make her materialize in the smell of dry blood on the bandages of the wounded, in the instantaneous terror of the danger of death, at all times and in all places. He had fled from her in an attempt to wipe out her memory, not only through distance but by means of a muddled fury that his companions at arms took to be boldness, but the more her image wallowed in the dunghill of the war, the more the war resembled Amaranta. That was how he suffered in exile, looking for a way of killing her with his own death...”

“In a sudden inspiration, Florentino Ariza opened a can of red paint that was within reach of the bunk, wet his index finger, and painted the pubis of the beautiful pigeon fancier with an arrow of blood pointing south, and on her belly the words: This pussy is mine.”

“The unluckiest of the Caribbean’s sick came, in search of cures: a poor woman who, since childhood, had been counting the beats of her heart so long that she had run out of numbers to count; a Jamaican who, because of the tormenting sound the stars made, never slept; a sleepwalker who rose from bed at night, and in sleep undid all the things he had done in waking; and many other ailments too, less serious in nature.”