Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes

Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.

Most of the songs I sing, they have that blue feeling to it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I´m one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.

And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Those dreams I have at night are going to drive me crazy. Last night I dreamed that little red-haired girl and I were eating lunch together... But she's gone... She's moved away, and I don't know where she lives, and she doesn't know I even exist, and I'll never see her again... And... I wish men cried.

I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

And I'm up while the dawn is breaking, even though my heart is aching. I should be drinking a toast to absent friends instead of these comedians.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

Do you know what it's like to love and be alone?

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

Nostalgia is always doomed and dooming.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

Eating cold tuna fish out of a tin on a porch while two people are in love across a lake - I think that's desperately lonely.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

There's a longing in country music that can soften even the rockiest heart.