One Hundred Years Of Solitude Quotes by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, James Patterson, Francine Prose and many others.
Both looked back then on the wild revelry…and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.
The heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
“Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”
He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.
Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
…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.
A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.
Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.
In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It’s like a million eyes are looking at you and you don’t really know what they think.
Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.
Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.
He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.
Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.
My favorite books are actually very complicated – ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’, ‘Ulysses’.
A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.
There is always something left to love.
The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .
