One Hundred Years Of Solitude Quotes by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, James Patterson, Francine Prose and many others.
And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.
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.
Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.
Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
Most critics don’t realize that a novel like One Hundred Years of Solitude is a bit of a joke, full of signals to close friends; and so, with some pre-ordained right to pontificate they take on the responsibility of decoding the book and risk making terrible fools of themselves.
In the end all books are written for your friends.
He who awaits much can expect little.
The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .
Be calm. God awaits you at the door.
Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.
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.
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.
He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.
“Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”
Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.
…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.