"Se puede estar enamorado de varias personas a la vez, sin traicionar a ninguna." - Gabriel García Márquez (via stella-sofia)

"The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love." - Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014), Love in the Time of Cholera  (via livefromthenypl)

"Sí, estabas viejito pero yo te creía inmortal.
Ay, mi Gabo." - Gracias, Gabriel García Márquez (via rehacerme)

newsweek:

Gabriel García Márquez Dies: Famed Colombian Author And Nobel Laureate Dead At 87
Gabriel García Márquez, the famous Colombian journalist, novelist, short story writer, screenwriter and journalist has died at the age of 87.
One of the most significant authors of the 20th Century, Marquez was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1982. [MORE]

newsweek:

Gabriel García Márquez Dies: Famed Colombian Author And Nobel Laureate Dead At 87

Gabriel García Márquez, the famous Colombian journalist, novelist, short story writer, screenwriter and journalist has died at the age of 87.

One of the most significant authors of the 20th Century, Marquez was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1982. [MORE]

"Until you’re about the age of twenty, you read everything, and you like it simply because you are reading it. Then between twenty and thirty you pick what you want, and you read the best, you read all the great works. After that you sit and wait for them to be written. But you know, the least known, the least famous writers, they are the better ones." - Rest in peace, Gabriel García Márquez. (via theatlantic)

perelandro:

The Glass Roses from the Garden Without Fragrance

daughterofiradavid:

So, magic and stuff, that’s a surprise. It’s all a bit Harry Potter.

Awe man, I cried long before book 7, dude. 


"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, at the sound of his roar, sorrow will be no more,when he bares his teeth, winter meets it’s death, and when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."

"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, at the sound of his roar, sorrow will be no more,when he bares his teeth, winter meets it’s death, and when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."