Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes

I've got an old body.

When you start thinking about death more than sex, you know you're getting old.

Now that I'm older, a real source of interest is the ages of the dead, the number; the day is off to an optimistic start when the departed are all older than I.

You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

The neck starts to go at 43, and that's that.

I find old women at weddings and funerals attractive; I have this weird mortality thing.

This getting old is something. I think I envy my dog, because my dog is sixteen, and she's limping, and she's still living, but she doesn't look at me like she knows. She's not thinking what I'm thinking. It's a cruel trick that we all know the ending.

In a man's middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.

What is life when you come to think upon it, but a most excellent, accurately set, infinitely complicated machine for turning fat playful puppies into old mangy blind dogs, and proud war horses into skinny nags, and succulent young boys, to whom the world holds great delights and terrors, into old weak men, with running eyes, who drink ground rhino-horn?

Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.

Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.

We all know we're going to die. We're all circling the drain. Some of us are closer than others. I'm 90, I know I'm closer to the drain than most people.

...knowledge of material reality is the knowledge of death.

As one gets older, this question of death, becomes more vexing and urgent.

I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.

And in some of the houses, people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered. What really mattered in life, what gave it weight, was death.

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.

As we reach the crest of life and look at the path before us, we apprehend that the path no longer ascends but slopes downward toward decline and diminishment. From that point on, concerns about death are never far from mind.

Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box.

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

Here am I, a human being and that has a body that is getting old. And I only have one, I can't trade it in.

When you approach middle age, lots of stuff happens. Your body is aging, you're watching people around you get sick, you're watching people die, your mortality becomes very present at that point in your life.

Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die.