I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera |
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different
from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one
was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving
stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred
by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with
the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold
of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures,
not one of the indications of her character, but he did not
dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera |
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction
that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their
mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over
and over again to give birth to themselves.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera |
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look
like his father.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera |
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera
|
She always felt as if her life had been lent to her by her
husband: she was absolute monarch of a vast empire of happiness,
which had been built by him and for him alone. She knew that
he loved her above all else, more than anyone else in the world,
but only for his own sake: she was in his holy service.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera |
No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which
is not the same thing.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera, Uncle Leo
XII |
He repeated until his dying day that there
was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate,
no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera |
She discovered with great delight that one
does not love one's children just because they are one's children
but because of the friendship formed while raising them.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera |
The problem with marriage is that it ends every
night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning
before breakfast.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera, Dr. Urbino |