Be calm. God awaits you at the door.
The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.
we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.
but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.
Necessity has the face of a dog.
She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.
Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.
Her first reaction was one of hope, because his eyes were open and shining with a radiant light she had never seen there before. She prayed to God to give him at least a moment so that he would not go without knowing how much she had love him despite all their doubts, and she felt an irresistible longing to begin life with him over again so that they could say what they had left unsaid and do everything right that they had done badly in the past. But she had to give in to the intransigence of death. (Love in the Time of Cholera)
The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you always were, from the inside, but others observe you from the outside.
In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.
and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.
Surrealism comes from the reality of Latin America.
Children's lies are signs of great talent.
He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape.
I must try and break through the cliches about Latin America. Superpowers and other outsiders have fought over us for centuries in ways that have nothing to do with our problems. In reality we are all alone.
There is no greater glory than to die for love.
The weak would never enter the kingdom of love.
Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: "The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.
One of the most difficult things is the first paragraph. I have spent many months on a first paragraph, and once I get it, the rest just comes out very easily.
Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.
Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.
He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God knows how much I loved you
For a week I did not take off my mechanic's coverall day or night I did not bathe or shave or brush my teeth because love taught me too late that you groom yourself for someone you dress and perfume yourself for someone and I'd never had anyone to do that for.
The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.
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