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Justice ... limps along, but it gets there all the same.
GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ, In Evil Hour
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, Love in the Time of Cholera
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Most fatal diseases had their own specific odor, but ... none was as specific as old age.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, Love in the Time of Cholera
They're all alike ... at first they behave very well, they're obedient and prompt and they don't seem capable of killing a fly, but as soon as their beards appear they go to ruin.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Nothing one does in bed is immoral if it helps to perpetuate love.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, Love in the Time of Cholera
Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, Love in the Time of Cholera
Time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, One Hundred Years of Solitude
A man should have two wives: one to love and one to sew on his buttons.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, Love in the Time of Cholera
The only everyday and eternal reality was love.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, Love in the Time of Cholera
The only difference today between Liberals and Conservatives is that the Liberals go to mass at five o' clock and the Conservatives at eight.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, One Hundred Years of Solitude
The world must be all f***ed up when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but ... life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, Love in the Time of Cholera
I do not believe in God, but I am afraid of Him.
GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, Love in the Time of Cholera
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