Gabriel García Márquez: Frases em inglês (página 9)

“we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.”

“The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin.”

“Fernanda, on the other hand, looked for it in vain along the paths of her everyday itinerary without knowing that the search for lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them.”

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

“opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through.”

“It is incredible how one can be happy for so many years in the midst of so many squabbles, so many problems, damn it, and not really know if it was love or not.”

“She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.”

“The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.”

“More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.”

“Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.”

“He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.”

“The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.”

“Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.”

“But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most… he saw fireflies where there were none.”

“The children would remember for the rest of their lives the august solemnity with which their father, devastated by his prolonged vigil and by the wraith of his imagination, revealed his discovery to them: 'The world is round, like an orange.”

“It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.”

“Old people, with other old people, are not so old.”

“but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.”

“In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.”