Showing posts with label Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Show all posts

Friday, 17 May 2013

the friendship formed

As our due date gets closer we wonder what sex TT will be, who TT will look like, what their and our hopes and fears will be together.

'... she learned to know him, they learned to know each other, and 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.' Gabriel Garcia Marrquez Love in the Time of Cholera

children


Friday, 28 October 2011

Golden Afternoons

We may have just come home from a wonderful time in Berlin but... Who can resist a quote by Gabriel Garcia Marquez about Paris, love and autumn?

'In Paris, strolling arm in arm with a casual sweetheart through a late autumn, it seemed impossible to imagine a purer happiness than those golden afternoons, with the woody odor of chestnuts on the braziers, the languid accordions, the insatiable lovers kissing in the open terraces...' Gabriel Garcia Marquez Love in the time of cholera

Where would you like to be strolling this weekend?

paris

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Soggy with champagne

So far this week has been a little drier than last week. Last week I was soggy on many occasions. Oh to have been
'soggy with champagne' not rain....



Gabriel Garcia Marquez Love in the time of Cholera

Monday, 11 April 2011

Where it was always April

The blossom is still just hanging in there and Love in the time of cholera is still in my mind... '...he saw her transfigured in the afternoon shimmer of two o'clock in a shower of blossoms from the almond trees where it was always April regardless of the season of the year.' Gabriel Garcia Marquez Love in the time of Cholera

blossom


Where would you like to be driving to this afternoon?

Thursday, 7 April 2011

And two hearts

I've just finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera. This quote sums up the book for me.
'The music stopped after midnight., the voices of the passengers dispersed...and two hearts, alone in the shadows on the deck, were beating in time to the breathing of the ship.' Gabriel Garcia Marquez

breathing of the ship