It's much more important to write than to be written about. Gabriel Garcia Marquez More Quotes by Gabriel Garcia Marquez More Quotes From Gabriel Garcia Marquez Seeing him like this, dressed just for her in so patent a manner, she could not hold back the fiery blush that rose to her face. She was embarrassed when she greeted him, and he was more embarrassed by her embarrassment. The knowledge that they were behaving as if they were sweethearts was even more embarrassing, and the knowledge that they were both embarrassed embarrassed them so much that Captain Samaritano noticed it with a tremor of compassion. Gabriel Garcia Marquez captainscompassionrose ...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later. Gabriel Garcia Marquez girleyeromantic I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels. Gabriel Garcia Marquez filmnovelthinking Over the weekend the vultures got into the presidential palace by pecking through the screens on the balcony windows and the flapping of their wings stirred up the stagnant time inside, and at dawn on Monday the city awoke out of its lethargy of centuries with the warm, soft breeze of a great man dead and rotting grandeur. Gabriel Garcia Marquez autumnweekendmonday As a writer I'm merely a journalist who has learned to write better than others. Gabriel Garcia Marquez journalistwriting Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated. Gabriel Garcia Marquez flowermemoriesbook An early-rising man is a good spouse but a bad husband. Gabriel Garcia Marquez risinghusbandmen If God hadn't rested on Sunday, He would have had time to finish the world. Gabriel Garcia Marquez sundayliteratureworld It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death. Gabriel Garcia Marquez passioncoupleheart A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by. Gabriel Garcia Marquez rainmorningfall When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end. Gabriel Garcia Marquez fateendspath Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel. Gabriel Garcia Marquez old-peopleagingage There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. And when you do find one, observe with care, they almost always have crystals in their heart Gabriel Garcia Marquez madheartgiving Children's lies are signs of great talent. Gabriel Garcia Marquez talentlyingchildren Surrealism runs through the streets. Gabriel Garcia Marquez surrealismstreetsrunning Freedom is often the first casualty of war. Gabriel Garcia Marquez casualtieswarfirsts Always tell what you feel. Do what you think. Gabriel Garcia Marquez feelsthinking Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him. Gabriel Garcia Marquez smellflowerrelation We'll grow old waiting. Gabriel Garcia Marquez growswaiting At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place. Gabriel Garcia Marquez painsufferingreason
