Simon Bolivar Quotes

“Damn it! How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?”
― Simón Bolívar

“Not since North Korean media declared Kim Jong-il to be the reincarnation of Kim Il Sung has there been such a blatant attempt to create a necrocracy, or perhaps mausolocracy, in which a living claimant assumes the fleshly mantle of the departed.”
― Christopher Hitchens

“Damn it," he sighed. "How will I ever get out of this Labyrinth!”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“I'm old, sick, tired, disillusioned, harassed, slandered, and unappreciated.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, The General in His Labyrinth

“Even before his eyes began to fail he had his secretaries read to him, and then he read no other way because of the annoyance that eyeglasses caused him. But his interest in what he read was decreasing at the same time, and as always he attributed this to a cause beyond his control.
"The fact is there are fewer and fewer good books," he would say.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, The General in His Labyrinth

“¿Quiere usted la separación por su propia determinación, o por los auspicios de lo que usted llama honor? La eternidad que nos separa sólo es la ceguera de su determinación de usted, que no lo ve más. Arránquese usted si quiere, su corazón de usted, pero el mío ¡no! Lo tengo vivo para usted, que sí lo es para mí toda mi adoración, por encima de los prejuicios.”
― Fundación Editorial El perro y la rana, Las más hermosas cartas de amor entre Manuela y Simón

“Soy preso de una batalla interior entre el deber y el amor; entre tu honor y la deshonra, por ser culpable de amor. Separarnos es lo que indica la cordura y la templanza, en justicia ¡Odio obedecer estas virtudes!”
― Fundación Editorial El perro y la rana, Las más hermosas cartas de amor entre Manuela y Simón

“Si una palabra sola puede cambiar el curso de la historia, otra palabra, en la oscuridad, derrota la tormenta.”
― Fundación Editorial El perro y la rana, Las más hermosas cartas de amor entre Manuela y Simón

“Bolívar celebró, junto a la mayoría de independistas latinoamericanos, la política de Monroe y de John Quincy Adams, como una salvaguarda contra el peligro de nuevas intervenciones europeas en las Américas”
― Plinio Apuleyo Mendoza, Manual del perfecto idiota latinoamericano

“Vive América, Bolívar,
y también vive tu espada
mientras haya un solo esclavo que te ultraje
o un tirano que pretenda profanar la libertad.

Bolívar, America Lives!
and your sword also lives
so long as a single slave rapes your ideal
or a tyrant tries to profane liberty.

(From A Simon Bolívar / To Simon Bolívar)”
― Julia de Burgos

“«A Wilson le falta pasar algún tiempo en la escuela de las dificultades, y aun de la adversidad y la miseria.»”
― Gabriel García Márquez, El coronel no tiene quien le escriba

“He had been a reader of imperturbable voracity during the respites after battles and the rests after love, but a reader without order or method. He read at any hour, in whatever light was available, sometimes strolling under the trees, sometimes on horseback under the equatorial sun, sometimes in dim coaches rattling over cobbled pavements, sometimes swaying in the hammock as he dictated a letter. A bookseller in Lima had been surprised at the abundance and variety
of works he selected from a general catalogue that listed everything from Greek philosophers to a treatise on chiromancy. In his youth he read the Romantics under the influence of his tutor, Simón Rodríguez, and he continued to devour them as if he were reading himself and his own idealistic, intense temperament. They were impassioned readings that marked him for the rest of his life. In the end he read everything that came his way, and he did not have a favorite author but rather many who had been favorites at different times. The bookcases in the various houses he lived in were always crammed full, and the bedrooms and hallways were turned into narrow passes between steep cliffs of books and mountains of errant documents that proliferated as he passed and pursued him without mercy in their quest for archival peace. He never was able to read all the books he owned. When he moved to another city he left them in the care of his most trustworthy friends, although he never heard anything about them again, and his life of fighting obliged him to leave behind a trail of books and papers stretching over four hundred leagues from Bolivia to Venezuela.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, The General in His Labyrinth