Morality, too, is a question of time. Gabriel Garcia Marquez More Quotes by Gabriel Garcia Marquez More Quotes From Gabriel Garcia Marquez A man only has the right to look down at another when he helps him to lift himself up. Gabriel Garcia Marquez helping men looks There is always something left to love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez i-hate-you love romantic Her nakedness was not absolute, for like Manet's _Olympia__, behind her ear she had a poisonous flower with orange petals, and she also wore a gold bangle on her right wrist and a necklace of tiny pearls. I imagined I would never see anything more exciting for as long as I lived, and today I can confirm that I was right. Gabriel Garcia Marquez orange flower long He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God knows how much I loved you Gabriel Garcia Marquez grateful grief eye Nothing one does in bed is immoral if it helps to perpetuate love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez bed doe helping What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you. Gabriel Garcia Marquez believe-in-you essentials believe 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. Gabriel Garcia Marquez making-love imagination men The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you always were, from the inside, but others observe you from the outside. Gabriel Garcia Marquez truth-is goes-on firsts If you're going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones... After all, there are better ways to starve to death. Gabriel Garcia Marquez great-ones better-ways way For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood. Gabriel Garcia Marquez grief reflection blood The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining. Gabriel Garcia Marquez bothered whole-life rain a process of aging had taken place in him that was so rapid and critical that soon he was being treated as one of those useless great-grandfathers who wander about the bedroom like shades, dragging their feet, remembering better times aloud, and whom no one bother about or remembers really until the morning they find them dead in their bed. Gabriel Garcia Marquez taken feet morning He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians. Gabriel Garcia Marquez one-hundred-years-of-solitude vegetarian looks Inspiration gives no warnings. Gabriel Garcia Marquez inspiration warning giving I have never done anything except write, but I don't possess the vocation or talents of a narrator, have no knowledge at all of the laws of dramatic composition, and if I have embarked upon this enterprise it is because I trust in the light shed by how much I have read in my life. Gabriel Garcia Marquez light law writing More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude. Gabriel Garcia Marquez solitude mother son Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia. Gabriel Garcia Marquez decision matter feelings Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching. Gabriel Garcia Marquez sad heartbreak love It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez almonds unrequited-love fate It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance. Gabriel Garcia Marquez distance voice ocean
