A century ago, life screwed that poor man and me because we were too young, and now they want to do the same thing because we are too old.

— Gabriel García Márquez

After dinner, at five o’clock, the crew distributed folding canvas cots to the passengers, and each person opened his bed wherever he could find room, arranged it with the bedclothes from his petite, and set the mosquito netting over that. Those with hammocks hung them in the salon, and those who had nothing slept on the tablecloths that were not changed more than twice during the trip.

— Gabriel García Márquez

Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.

— Gabriel García Márquez

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

— Gabriel García Márquez

All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.

— Gabriel García Márquez

All that ELAURA noticed, though, was the uproarious crowing of the roosters.' There are only six of them, but they make enough noise for a hundred,' said the Abbess. 'Furthermore, a pig spoke, and a goat gave birth to triplets.' And she added with fervor: 'Everything has been like this since your Bishop did us the favor of sending us his poisoned gift.' She viewed with equal alarm the garden flowering with so much vigor that it seemed contra natural. As they walked across it, she pointed out to ELAURA that there were flowers of exceptional size and color, some with an unbearable scent. As far as she was concerned, everything ordinary has something supernatural about it.

— Gabriel García Márquez

A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spiked. It sang a progressive note, rising an octave at a time, until it became so acute that it was necessary to imagine it.

— Gabriel García Márquez

Always. At every moment, asleep and awake, during the most sublime and most abject moments, Amaranth thought of Rebeca, because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in her heart, and had purified, magnified, and eternalized the others, the most bitter ones.

— Gabriel García Márquez

Always tell what you feel. Do what you think...

— Gabriel García Márquez

A man only has the right to look down at another when he helps him to lift himself up.

— Gabriel García Márquez