Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez (1927 – 2014) was a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter, and journalist, known affectionately as Gabo or Gabito throughout Latin America.
Considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century, particularly 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 leaving law school for a career in journalism.
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 (1967), The Autumn of the Patriarch (1975), and Love in the Time of Cholera (1985).
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 (mainly inspired by his birthplace, Aracataca), and most of them explore the theme of solitude.
I have learned that a man has the right and obligation to look down at another man, only when that man needs help to get up from the ground.
Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.
If you love something – let. If it is yours – it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I’m with you.
Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it.
For those who may be hurting over lost love: Don’t cry because it is over… smile because it happened.
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.
Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don’t last your whole life.
Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.
Please allow me to wipe the slate clean. Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.
I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind, but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature.
When a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.
Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.
Life in the world… was nothing more than a system of atavistic contracts, banal ceremonies, preordained words, with which people entertained each other in society in order not to commit murder. The dominant sign in that paradise of provincial frivolity was fear of the unknown.
The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you always were, from the inside, but others observe you from the outside.
He said that people who loved animals to excess were capable of the worst cruelties toward human beings. He said that dogs were not loyal but servile, that cats were opportunists and traitors, that peacocks were heralds of death, that macaws were simply decorative annoyances, that rabbits fomented greed, that monkeys carried the fever of lust, and that roosters were damned because they had been complicit in the three denials of Christ.
You have to have spent the night at sea, sitting in a life raft and looking at your watch, to know that the night is immeasurably longer than the day.
What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.
Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.
The problem in public life is learning to overcome terror; the problem in married life is learning to overcome boredom.
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.
A man should have two wives: one to love and one to sew on his buttons.
Always remember that the most important thing in a good marriage is not happiness, but stability.
Love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.
I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.
Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.
There is no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.
A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.
Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.
Most fatal diseases had their own specific odor, but … none was as specific as old age.
I was asked the other day if I would be interested in the Nobel Prize, but I think that for me it would be an absolute catastrophe. I would certainly be interested in deserving it, but to
receive it would be terrible. It would just complicate even more the problems of fame. The only thing I really regret in life is not having a daughter.