We're all a little fragile.

johnleedraws:

RIP Gabo. Thank you for the stories. 

“No ha muerto. Ha iniciado
un viaje atardecido.
De azul en azul claro
—de cielo en cielo— ha ido
por la senda del sueño
con su arcángel de lino.”

Gabriel García Márquez, ‘Geografía Celeste’ (primera parte)  (via lefabuleuxdestindunpoete)

De repente fiquei mais triste. O mundo perde um grande alguém.

Descanse, Sr. Gabriel Garcia Márquez.

“Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via quotes-shape-us)

“If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.”

— Gabriel García Márquez (via petrichour)

“Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.”

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via quotes-shape-us)

“Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.”

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via quotes-shape-us)

twigbookshop:

Rest in peace, Gabo. 

newyorker:

In memory of the Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who died today at 87, a look back at Jon Lee Anderson’s 1999 Profile of the writer: http://nyr.kr/QrWlKv

newyorker:

In memory of the Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who died today at 87, a look back at Jon Lee Anderson’s 1999 Profile of the writer: http://nyr.kr/QrWlKv

“Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.”

— Steve Maraboli (via observando)