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.“

“A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.”

“I live in fear of being alive.”

“It is easier to start a war than to end it.”

“Courage did not come from the need to survive, or from a brute indifference inherited from someone else, but from a driving need for love which no obstacle in this world or the next world will break.”

“I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.”

“The fact is that being seductive is an addiction that can never be satisfied.”

“… my unhealthy timidity might be a great obstacle to me in my life.”

“It was impossible to conceive of two creatures so different who got along so well and loved each other so much.”

“He imposed obligatory military service for men over eighteen, declared to be public property any animals walking the streets after six in the evening, and made men who were overage wear red armbands. He sequestered Father Nicanor in the parish house under pain of execution and prohibited him from saying mass or ringing the bells unless it was for a Liberal victory. In order that no one would doubt the severity of his aims, he ordered a firing squad organized in the square and had it shoot a scarecrow. At first no one took him seriously.”

“Interviewer: You describe seemingly fantastic events in such minute detail that it gives them their own reality. Is this something you have picked up from journalism?
García Márquez: That's a journalistic trick which you can also apply to literature. If you say that there are elephants flying in the sky, people are not going to believe you. But if you say that there are four hundred and twenty-five elephants in the sky, people will probably believe you.”

“… no sooner had you done something than someone else appeared who threatened to do it better.”

“Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.”

“Until I discovered the miracle that all things that sound are music, including dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, as long as they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is heading.”

“He had not stopped desiring her for a single instant. He found her in the dark bedrooms of captured towns, especially in the most abject ones, and he would make her materialize in the smell of dry blood on the bandages of the wounded, in the instantaneous terror of the danger of death, at all times and in all places. He had fled from her in an attempt to wipe out her memory, not only through distance but by means of a muddled fury that his companions at arms took to be boldness, but the more her image wallowed in the dunghill of war, the more the war resembled Amaranta. That was how he suffered in exile, looking for a way of killing her with his own death.”

“I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.”

“The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.”

“Since the appearance of visible life on Earth, 380 million years had to elapse in order for a butterfly to learn how to fly; 180 million years to create a rose with no other commitment than to be beautiful; and four geological eras in order for us human beings to be able to sing better than birds, and to be able to die from love. It is not honorable for the human talent, in the golden age of science, to have conceived the way for such an ancient and colossal process to return to the nothingness from which it came through the simple act of pushing a button.”

“Now you don't have to say yes because your heart is saying it for you.”

“But I believe without any doubt at all that our greatest good fortune was that even in the most extreme difficulties we might lose our patience but never our sense of humor.”

“I couldn't tell you because even I don't know who I am yet.”

“… nothing was easy, least of all surviving Sunday afternoons without love.”

“Before adolescence, memory is more interested in the future than the past…”

“In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It's like a million eyes are looking at you and you don't really know what they think.”

“From the time they turned one they were tossed from the balconies of the kitchens, first with life preserves so they would lose their fear of the water, and then without life preservers so they would lose their respect for death.”

“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.”

“… the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.”

“In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult to breathe, secluded by solitude and love and by the solitude of love in a house where it was almost impossible to sleep because of the noise of the red ants, Aureliano, and Amaranta Úrsula were the only happy beings, and the most happy on the face of the earth.”

“There are no two men in this world more similar than you and him," she told me. "And that's the worst thing for having a conversation.”

“Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him.”