One Hundred Years of Solitude is a novel authored by Colombian Gabriel García Márquez. It was published in 1967 and won the 1982 Nobel Prize for Literature. It is a symbol of Ibero-American literature, being cataloged in the IV International Congress of the Spanish Language as one of the most important works of the Castilian language after Don Quixote de la Mancha.
It has been translated into more than 37 languages and has sold more than 37 million copies. So that you realize how wonderful this novel is, we want to give you a little "pill" of it, sharing with you some of its best phrases. If you like literature we can venture to say that you probably end up reading the complete work.
One Hundred Years of Solitude
The novel is framed in magical realism, and deals with the history of the Buendía family ... And we won't tell you more so as not to reveal its magic, we just advance you the following sentences so that you realize how Gabriel García Márquez has magic in his words.
- The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and to mention them you had to point your finger at them.
- Shortly thereafter, when his personal physician finished removing the glondrines, he asked him without showing any particular interest what the exact site of the heart was. The doctor listened to him and then painted a circle on his chest with a cotton ball soiled with iodine.
- It is proven that the demon has sulfuric properties, and this is nothing more than a bit of Suleiman.
- He considered it a mockery of his mischievous destiny to have sought the sea without finding it, at the price of untold sacrifices and hardships, and then having found it without seeking it, crossed his path as an insurmountable obstacle.
- He asked what city that was, and they answered him with a name that he had never heard, which had no meaning, but which had a supernatural resonance in the dream: Macondo.
- The essential thing is not to lose orientation. Always aware of the compass, he continued to guide his men towards the invisible north, until they managed to leave the enchanted region.
- Keys had been written in every house to memorize objects and feelings. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral fortitude that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality ...
- Then the aluminum glow of dawn disappeared, and he saw himself again, very young, in shorts and a bow around his neck, and he saw his father on a splendid afternoon leading him into the tent, and he saw the ice .
- Then he took out the money accumulated in long years of hard work, made commitments with his clients, and undertook the expansion of the house.
- They promised to establish a breeding ground for magnificent animals, not so much to enjoy victories that they would not then need, but to have something to amuse themselves with on the tedious Sundays of the death.
- Because the lineages condemned to a hundred years of solitude did not have a second chance on earth.
- A pistol shot was fired in the chest and the projectile came out of his back without hitting any vital center. The only thing that remained of all that was a street with his name in Macondo.
- She knew with such certainty the place where everything was, that she herself sometimes forgot that she was blind.
- She thought that love in one way defeated love in another way, because it was in the nature of men to repudiate hunger once the appetite was satisfied.
- I will not marry anyone, but less to you. You love Aureliano so much that you are going to marry me because you cannot marry him.
- The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and to name them you had to point your finger at them.
- The secret of a good old age is nothing more than an honest pact with loneliness.
- It was a good June night, cool and moonlit, and they were awake and frolicking in bed until dawn, indifferent to the wind blowing through the bedroom, laden with the cry of Prudencio Aguilar's relatives.
- In reality, he did not care about death, but life, and that is why the feeling he experienced when the sentence was pronounced was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.
- He promised to follow her to the end of the world, but later, when he settled his affairs, and she had gotten tired of waiting for him, always identifying him with tall and short men, blond and brown ...
- Only he knew then that his stunned heart was forever doomed to uncertainty.
- Fascinated by an immediate reality that was then more fantastic than the vast universe of his imagination, he lost all interest in the alchemy laboratory ...
- Adolescence had taken the sweetness out of his voice and made him quiet and definitely lonely, but instead it had restored the intense expression he had had in the years at birth.
- He was among the crowd who witnessed the sad sight of the man who turned into a viper for disobeying his parents.
- His head, now with deep recesses, seemed to be simmered. His face cracked by the Caribbean salt had taken on a metallic hardness. It was preserved against
- imminent old age by a vitality that had something to do with the coldness of the entrails.
- But do not forget that as long as God gives us life, we will continue to be mothers, and no matter how revolutionary they are, we have the right to lower their pants and give them a skin at the first lack of respect.
- When the misty blue air came out, his face became damp as in another dawn of the past, and only then did he understand why he had arranged for the sentence to be served in the courtyard, and not on the cemetery wall.
- He ended up losing all contact with the war. What was once a real activity, an irresistible passion of his youth, became for him a remote reference: a void.
- In an instant he discovered the scratches, welts, bruises, ulcers and scars that more than half a century of daily life had left on her, and he found that these ravages did not arouse in him even a feeling of pity. Then he made one last effort to search his heart for the place where his affections had rotted, and he could not find it.
