Gabriel García Márquez Quotes
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Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez was a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist, known affectionately as Gabo [ˈɡaβo] or Gabito [ɡaˈβito] throughout Latin America. Considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century and one of the best in the Spanish language, he was awarded the 1972 Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature. He pursued a self-directed education that resulted in his leaving law school for a career in journalism. From early on, he showed no inhibitions in his criticism of Colombian and foreign politics. In 1958, he married Mercedes Barcha; they had two sons, Rodrigo and Gonzalo.García Márquez started as a journalist, and wrote many acclaimed non-fiction works and short stories, but is best known for his novels, such as One Hundred Years of Solitude , The Autumn of the Patriarch , and Love in the Time of Cholera . His works have achieved significant critical acclaim and widespread commercial success, most notably for popularizing a literary style known as magic realism, which uses magical elements and events in otherwise ordinary and realistic situations. Some of his works are set in the fictional village of Macondo , and most of them explore the theme of solitude.

Upon García Márquez’s death in April 2014, Juan Manuel Santos, the President of Colombia, called him "the greatest Colombian who ever lived." Wikipedia  

✵ 6. March 1927 – 17. April 2014   •   Other names Gabriel José García Márquez
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Gabriel García Márquez Quotes

“The weak would never enter the kingdom of love.”

Source: Love in the Time of Cholera

“Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.”

Variant: A person doesn't die when he should but when he can.
Source: One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), p. 241, said by Colonel Aureliano Buendía

“How strange women are.”

Source: Love in the Time of Cholera

“Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.”

Source: Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“… the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy love”

Variant: I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.
Source: Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth”

Nobel lecture (8 December 1982) http://www.themodernword.com/gabo/gabo_nobel.html
Variant: races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
Source: One Hundred Years of Solitude
Context: The most prosperous countries have succeeded in accumulating powers of destruction such as to annihilate, a hundred times over, not only all the human beings that have existed to this day, but also the totality of all living beings that have ever drawn breath on this planet of misfortune.
On a day like today, my master William Faulkner said, "I decline to accept the end of man." I would fall unworthy of standing in this place that was his, if I were not fully aware that the colossal tragedy he refused to recognize thirty-two years ago is now, for the first time since the beginning of humanity, nothing more than a simple scientific possiblity. Faced with this awesome reality that must have seemed a mere utopia through all of human time, we, the inventors of tales, who will believe anything, feel entitled to believe that it is not yet too late to engage in the creation of the opposite utopia. A new and sweeping utopia of life, where no one will be able to decide for others how they die, where love will prove true and happiness be possible, and where the races condemned to one hundred years of solitude will have, at last and forever, a second opportunity on earth.

“This soup tastes like windows”

Source: Love in the Time of Cholera

“Think of love as a state of grace not as a means to anything… but an end in itself.”

Variant: It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.
Source: Love in the Time of Cholera

“Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?”

Source: Love in the Time of Cholera