Gabriel García Márquez citáty

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„Nie je pravda, že ľudia prestanú ísť za svojimi snami, pretože starnú. Starnú, pretože prestanú ísť za svojimi snami.“

„Nikto si nezaslúži tvoje slzy, a ten kto by si ich zaslúžil, by ťa nikdy nerozplakal.“

„Každý človek je pánom svojej smrti a všetko, čo môžeme urobiť, keď príde jeho čas, je pomôcť mu zomrieť bez strachu z bolesti.“

„Jediná vec, ktorá je horšia ako zlé zdravie, je zlé meno.“

„Lož je pohodlnejšia ako pochybnosti, užitočnejšia ako láska, trvácnejšia ako pravda.“

„Každý človek vedie tri životy, a to verejný, súkromný a tajný.“

„Ľudské bytosti sa nerodia raz a navždy v deň, keď ich matka porodí, ale život ich núti rodiť sa znova a znova.“

„V živote nezáleží na tom, čo sa vám stane, ale na tom, čo si pamätáte a ako si to pamätáte.“

„Hlavnou vecou v živote je zvládať strach, hlavnou vecou v manželstve je učiť sa zvládať nudu.“

„Minúta zmierenia prinesie viac ako celý život v priateľstve.“

„Bránila by sa tým, že láska, nezáleží na tom, čím iným by mohla byť, je prirodzeným talentom. Povedala by: Buď sa narodíš tak, že vieš ako milovať, alebo sa to nikdy nedozvieš.“

„Sex je útechou, ktorú máte, keď nemôžete mať lásku.“

„Bolo to nevyhnutné: vôňa horkých mandlí mu vždy pripomínala osud neopätovanej lásky.“

„Človek nemiluje deti pretože sú to deti, ale zamiluje si ich skrz náklonnosť, ktorá vzniká pri ich výchove.“

„Láska je taká dôležitá ako jedlo. Ale nevyživuje.“

„Existuje toľko kníh, že nemá zmysel čítať tie, ktoré nás nudia.“

„Starí ľudia medzi starými ľuďmi sú menej starí.“

„Nie som bohatý. Som chudobný človek, ktorý má peniaze. A to nie je to isté!“

„Milencovi býva žena vernejšia ako manželovi.“

„Najlepší priateľ je ten, čo včera umrel.“

„Neexistuje liek, ktorý lieči to, čo nevylieči šťastie.“

„Tajomstvom dobrej staroby nie je nič iného ako čestná dohoda s osamelosťou.“

„Žiadne miesto v živote nie je smutnejšie ako prázdna posteľ.“

„Život nie je to, čo niekto prežil, iba to, na čo si spomína a ako si spomína, aby to porozprával.“

„Láska je večná, pokiaľ trvá.“

„Najdôležitejšie v dobrom manželstva nie je šťastie, ale stabilita.“

„Nešťastie lásku povznáša a dodáva jej veľkosť.“

„Skalpel je najpádnejším dôkazom fiaska lekárskej vedy.“

„Smrť nemá zmysel pre srandu.“

„Žiadny liek nevylieči to, čo šťastie nedokáže.“

„Stačí mi, že som si istý tým, že ty a ja sme tu práve v tento okamih.“

„Vždy tu ostane niečo, čo môžeme milovať“

„Bol ešte príliš mladý na to, aby vedel, že pamäť srdca vylučuje to zlé a zväčšuje dobré, a že vďaka tejto rafinovanosti dokážeme znášať bremeno minulosti.“

„Múdrosť k nám prichádza, keď nám už nemôže pomôcť.“

„Potom sa ešte naposledy pokúsil nájsť vo svojom srdci miesto, kde sa jeho cit rozplynul, ale už ho nenašiel.“

„Čas neplynul... točil sa v kruhu.“

“It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.”

“Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.”

“he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.”

“An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.”

“And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.”

“I never had intimate friends, and the few who came close are in New York. By which I mean they're dead, because that's where I suppose condemned souls go in order not to endure the truth of their past lives.”

“The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.”

“He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.”

“This soup tastes like windows”

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

“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.”