70 Quotes by Gabriel García Márquez – About Life, Love and Death

Love is also learned.

Always remember that the most important thing in a marriage is not happiness, but stability.

Never stop smiling, even when you are sad, because you never know who may fall in love with your smile.

Happiness is not like they say, it only lasts for a moment and you don’t know what you had until it’s over. The truth is that it lasts as long as love lasts. Because with love, even dying is good.

The worst way to miss someone is to sit next to them and know that you can never have them.

Neither love is a cage, nor is freedom being alone. Love is the freedom to fly accompanied, it is letting be without possessing.

The only thing that hurts me about dying is that it is not of love.

Maybe God wants you to meet a lot of wrong people before you meet the right person, so that when you finally meet them, you will know how to be grateful.

Offering friendship to those who seek love is giving bread to those who are dying of thirst.

Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.

You may only be one person to the world, but to one person you are the world.

Do not cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all their being.

Love is as important as food. But it doesn’t feed.

The desire to forget you is my greatest impetus to remember you.

No person deserves your tears, and whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

What matters in life is not what happens to you, but what you remember and how you remember it.

I love you not for who you are, but for who I am when I am with you.

Only God knows how much I loved you.

You have to be unfaithful but never disloyal.

Love is eternal while it lasts.

Traveling is feeling like a poet, it is writing a letter, it is wanting to hug.

If he dresses in blue and goes to school, you can’t tell if he walks or flies because he is like the breeze.

It’s raining. And I’m thinking of you. And I’m dreaming. No one will come this afternoon to my closed pain.

An exquisite woman is not one who has the most men at her feet, but rather one who has only one who makes her truly happy.

And I want them to love me with a true tone, almost blue and almost eternally.

It’s raining. The afternoon is a sheet of fog. It’s raining. The afternoon is wet with your same sadness.

I have seen the sea. But it was not the rhetorical sea with masts and sailors moored to a legend of songs.

As he passes, he greets me and behind the wind that gives the breath of his early voice, in the square light of a window, not the glass, but the breath, fogs up.

And it was the sea of ​​first love in autumn eyes.

But she will be eternal: she was pink; and that’s enough.

Tell him yes, even if you’re scared to death, even if you later regret it, because anyway you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life if you say no.

If someone knocks on your door and you are sad, open it, which is love, my friend.

He did not die. He has begun an evening journey. From blue to light blue—from sky to sky—she has walked the path of sleep with her linen archangel.

So eternal, this love so resistible, that compared to time it is impossible to know where it borders on death.

Sometimes the water comes to look at the window. And you are not there.

Sometimes I feel my soul pressed against your absent voice.

So don’t wait any longer, do it today, because if tomorrow never comes, you will surely regret the day that you didn’t take time for a smile, a hug, a kiss and that you were too busy to grant them a last wish.

One day I wanted to see the sea—the sea of ​​childhood—and it was too late.

It is a triumph in life that the memory of the old is lost for things that are not essential.

At every moment of my life, there is a woman who takes me by the hand in the darkness of a reality that women know better than men, and in which they orient themselves better with less light.

There will always be people who hurt you so what you have to do is keep trusting and just be more careful who you trust twice.

No adventure of the imagination has more literary value than the most insignificant episode of daily life.

Life is the best thing ever invented.

The secret of a good old age is nothing other than an honest pact with loneliness.

I have learned that the world wants to live on the top of the mountain, without knowing that true happiness is in the way of climbing the steep slope.

Don’t try so hard, the best things happen when you least expect them.

Life is nothing but a continuous succession of opportunities to survive.

When a newborn squeezes his father’s finger with his little fist for the first time, he is trapped forever.

The only thing that comes with certainty is death.

In reality, the only time in life I feel like I am myself is when I am with my friends.

A man only has the right to look down on another when he has to help him up.

Nobody teaches life.

Time passes without making a sound.

The most important thing I learned to do after age forty was to say no when it means no.

It baffles me both to think that God exists and that he does not exist.

He was frightened by the late suspicion that it is life, rather than death, that has no limits.

Wisdom comes to us when it is no longer of any use to us.

Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it to tell it.

Personality change is an everyday struggle in which one rebels against one’s own determination to change.

Disbelief resists more than faith, because it is sustained by the senses.

Sex is the consolation one has when love is not enough.

The only thing that hurts me about dying is that it is not of love.

The world will be completely screwed the day men travel in first class and literature in the freight car.

There is no medicine that cures what happiness does not cure.

They will return, he said, shame has a bad memory.

I feel like I know her less the more I know her.

The day shit has some value, the poor will be born without asses.

In truth, there are feelings that are better left platonic; and it is better to remember them like this, unreal, unfinished, because that is what makes them perfect.

Remembering is easy for those who have memory. Forgetting is difficult for those who have a heart.