Gabriel Garcia Marquez

She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.

He liked to say that this love was the result of a clinical error.

He met a man who lived like a king by exploiting three women at the same time. The three of them rendered their accounts at dawn, prostrate at his feet to beg forgiveness for their meager profits, and the only gratification they sought was that he go to bed with the one who brought him the most money. Florentino Ariza thought that terror alone could induce such indignities, but one of the three girls surprised him with the contradictory truth.

"These are things," she said, "you do only for love."

Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.

“No, not rich,” he said. “I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.”

“Shoot me,” he said, with his hand on his chest. “There is no greater glory than to die for love.”

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.

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

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

Children's lies are signs of great talent.

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