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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 – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

From one of my favorite authors – Columbian born GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ.

warning: this post is longer than usual but totally worth the time.

“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”

“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.” Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.”     Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, a Life

“Injections are the best thing ever invented for feeding doctors“ – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love” – Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

excerpts from some of his most famous books:

“The world must be all fucked up,” he said then, “when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.”― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

“The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

 “In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one invented by themselves, which was less practical for them but more comforting.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

 “Although some men who were easy with their words said that it was worth sacrificing one’s life for a night of love with such an arousing woman, the truth was that no one made any effort to do so. Perhaps, not only to attain her but also to conjure away her dangers, all that was needed was a feeling as primitive and as simple as that of love, but that was the only thing that did not occur to anyone.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”
What other reason could there be?” Colonel Gerineldo Marquez answered. “For the great Liberal party.”
You’re lucky because you know why,” he answered. “As far as I’m concerned, I’ve come to realize only just now that I’m fighting because of pride.”
That’s bad,” Colonel Gerineldo Marquez said.
Colonel Aureliano Buendia was amused at his alarm. “Naturally,” he said. “But in any case, it’s better than not knowing why you’re fighting.” He looked him in the eyes and added with a smile:
Or fighting, like you, for something that doesn’t have any meaning for anyone.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

There is good reason why his books have been translated into almost every language.

 “لا ينتسب الإنسان إلى أرض لا موتى له تحت ترابها”
― غابرييل غارثيا ماركيز, One Hundred Years of Solitude

 “El secreto de una buena vejez no es mas que un pacto honrado con la soledad.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

 “but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

 “Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

 “He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

 “To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

– The magic and wisdom of words –