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Amaranta, however, whose hardness of heart frightened her, whose concentrated bitterness made her bitter, suddenly became clear to her in the final analysis as the most tender woman who had ever existed, and she understood with pitying clarity that the unjust tortures to which she had submitted Pietro Crespi had not been dictated by a desire for vengeance, as everyone had thought, nor had the slow martyrdom with which she had frustrated the life of Colonel Gerineldo Márquez been determined by the gall of her bitterness, as everyone had thought, but that both actions had been a mortal struggle between a measureless love and an invincible cowardice, and that the irrational fear that Amaranta had always had of her own tormented heart had triumphed in the end.

And only after he said it did he realize that among the countless suicides he could remember, this was the first with cyanide that had not been caused by the sufferings of love. Then something changed in the tone of his voice.“And when you do find one, observe with care,” he said to the intern:“they almost always have crystals in their heart.

Arcadio had seen her many times working in her parents' small food store but he had never taken a good look at her because she had that rare virtue of never existing completely except at the opportune moment.

...as he discovered in the course of his uncountable years that a lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth...

As I hear him, I understand that he's not more moronic because of the brandy than he is because of his cowardice.

At eight-one years of age he had enough lucidity to realize that he was attached to this world by a few slender threads that could break painlessly with a simple change of position while he slept, and if he did all he could to keep those threads intact, it was because of his terror of not finding God in the darkness of death.

At eighty-one years of age he had enough lucidity to realize that he was attached to this world by a few slender threads that could break painlessly with a simple change of position while he slept, and if he did all he could to keep those threads intact, it was because of his terror of not finding God in the darkness of death

At that moment Homero saw him with his heart and laid down his weapons

At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said MACONDO and another larger one on the main street that said GOD EXISTS.

Aturdido por dos nostalgias enfrentadas como dos espejos, perdió su maravilloso sentido de irrealidad, hasta que terminó por recomendarles a todos que se fueran de Macondo, que olvidaran cuento él les había enseñado del mundo y del corazón humano, que se cagaran en Horacio, y que en cualquier lugar en que estuvieran recordaran siempre que el pasado era mentira, que la memoria no tiene caminos de regreso, que toda primavera antigua es irrecuperable, y que el amor más desatinado y tenaz era de todos modos una verdad efímera

Aturdido por dos nostalgias enfrentadas como dos espejos, perdió su maravilloso sentido de la irrealidad, hasta que terminó por recomendarles a todos que se fueran de Macondo, que olvidaran cuanto él les había enseñado del mundo y del corazón humano, que se cagaran en Horacio y que en cualquier lugar en que estuvieran recordaran siempre que el pasado era mentira, que la memoria no tenía caminos de regreso, que toda primavera antigua era irrecuperable, y que el amor más desatinado y tenaz era de todos modos una verdad efímera.

Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it. I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch. - Captain Roque Carnicero

Bien différente eut été leur vie s'ils avaient su à temps qu'il est plus facile de contourner les grandes catastrophes conjugales que les minuscules misères de tous les jours.

But in her loneliness in the palace 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.

But the lucidity of her old age allowed her to see, and she said so many times, that the cries of children in their mothers' wombs are not announcements of ventriloquism or a faculty for prophecy but an unmistakable sign of an incapacity for love.

But what worries me is not your shooting me, because after all, for people like us it's a natural death." He laid his glasses on the bed and took off his watch and chain. "What worries me," he went on, "is that out of so much hatred for the military, out of fighting them so much and thinking about them so much, you've ended up as bad as they are. And no ideal in life is worth that much baseness.

But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day seemed so much like another that one could not feel them pass.

By the time she had finished unburdening herself, someone had turned off the moon

Children inherit their parents' madness.

Creo que las mujeres sostienen el mundo en vilo, para que no se desbarate mientras los hombres tratan de empujar la historia. Al final, uno se pregunta cuál de las dos cosas será la menos sensata.

Çünkü yüzyıllık yalnızlığa mahkum edilen soyların, yeryüzünde ikinci bir deney fırsatları olmazdı.

Dicen que soy un mafioso, porque mi sentido de la amistad es tal que resulta un poco el de los gánsteres: por un lado mis amigos y por el otro el resto del mundo, con el cual tengo muy poco contacto

+Dikkatli olun beyefendi, o evde adam öldürürler. -Aşk uğrunaysa ziyanı yok.

Dogs were not loyal but servile, that cats were opportunists and traitors,

Dr. Urbino caught the parrot around the neck with a triumphant sigh: ça y est. But he released him immediately because the ladder slipped from under his feet and for an instant he was suspended in the air and then he realized that he had died without Communion, without time to repent of anything or to say goodbye to anyone, at seven minutes after four on Pentecost Sunday. Fermina Daza was in the kitchen tasting the soup for supper when she heard Digna Pardo's horrified shriek and the shouting of the servants and then of the entire neighborhood. She dropped the tasting spoon and tried to run despite the invincible weight of her age, screaming like a madwoman without knowing yet what had happened under the mango leaves, and her heart jumped inside her ribs when she saw her man lying on his back in the mud, dead to this life but still resisting death's final blow for one last minute so that she would have time to come to him. He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked for her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful that she had ever seen them in the half century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: "Only God knows how much I loved you.

Dr. Urbino replied without looking at her: “I did not know that fellow was a poet.” And then he wiped him from his memory, because among other things, his profession had accustomed him to the ethical management of forgetfulness.

Dr. Urbino was reluctant to confess his hatred of animals, which he disguised with all kinds of scientific inventions and philosophical pretexts that convinced many, but not his wife. ... (He said that) rabbits fomented greed, that monkeys carried the fever of lust, and that roosters were damned because they had been complicit in the three denials of Christ.

Each grape she pulled off grew back again on the cluster. In the dream it was evident that the girl had spent many years at that infinite window trying to finish the cluster, and was in no hurry to so because she knew that in the last grape lay death.

Elle avait supplié Dieu de lui concéder au moins un instant afin qu'il ne s'en allât pas sans savoir combien elle l'avait aimé par-delà leurs doutes à tous les deux, et senti un désir irrésistible de recommencer sa vie avec lui depuis le début afin qu'ils pussent se dire tout ce qu'autrefois ils avaient peut-être mal fait.

Elle lui rappela que les faibles jamais n'entreraient au royaume de l'amour, qui est un royaume inclément et mesquin, et que les femmes ne se donnent qu'aux hommes de caractère car ils leur communiquent la sécurité dont elles ont tant besoin pour affronter la vie.

Elle lui semblait si belle, si séduisante, si différente des gens du commun qu'il ne comprenait pas pourquoi personne n'était comme lui bouleversé par le chant de castagnette de ses talons sur les pavés de la rue, ni pourquoi les cœurs ne battaient pas la chamade aux soupirs de ses volants, ni pourquoi personne ne devenait fou d'amour sous la caresse de ses cheveux, l'envol de ses mains, l'or de son sourire.

El sexo es el consuelo que uno tiene cuando no le alcanza el amor

Em Paris, passeando de braço dado com uma noiva casual num outono tardio, quase não conseguia conceber felicidade mais pura que daquelas tardes douradas, com cheiro rústico das castanhas nos braseiros, os acordões sentimentais, os namorados insaciáveis que não acabavam de se beijar nunca na calçada dos cafés, mas mesmo assim dizia a si mesmo com a mão no coração que não se dispunha a trocar por tudo aquilo um único instante do seu Caribe em abril. Era ainda jovem demais para saber que a memória do coração elimina as más lembranças e enaltece as boas e que graça a esse artifício conseguimos suportar o passado. Mas quando voltou a ver do convés do navio o promontório branco do bairro colonial, os urubus imóveis nos telhados, a roupa dos pobres estendida a secar nas sacadas, compreendeu até que ponto tinha sido uma vítima fácil das burlas caritativas da saudade.

Empecé a leerle «El principito» de Saint-Exupéry, un autor francés que el mundo entero admira más que los franceses.

En aquel mundo opresivo en el que nadie era libre, Sierva María lo era: sólo ella y sólo allí.

Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta que los asimilaba el olvido.

Es difícil imaginar hasta qué punto se vivía entonces a la sombra de la poesía. Era una pasión frenética, otro modo de ser, una bola de candela que andaba de su cuenta por todas partes. Abríamos el periódico, aun en la sección económica o en la página judicial, o leíamos el asiento del café en el fondo de la taza, y allí estaba esperándonos la poesía para hacerse cargo de nuetros sueños.

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.

Father Nicanor was against a religious ceremony and burial in consecrated ground. Ursula stood up to him. "In a way that neither you nor I can understand, that man was a saint,

Fermina Daza había rechazado a Florentino Ariza en un destello de madurez que pagó de inmediato con una crisis de lástima, pero nunca dudó de que su decisión había sido certera.

Fermina Daza n'était plus la fille unique à la fois soumise et tyrannisée par son père,mais la maitresse et la dame d'un empire de poussière et de toiles d'araignée que seule la force d'un amour invincible pourrait remettre debout.

Fernanda was scandalized that she did not understand the relationship of Catholicism with life but only its relationship with death, as if it were not a religion but a compendium of funeral conventions.

Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale..

Fiecare e stăpân pe propria-i moarte, iar singurul lucru pe care-l putem face, odată sosit ceasul,este să-i ajutăm pe oameni să moară fără teamă și dureri.

Florentino Ariza always forgot when he should not have that women, and Prudencia Pitre more than any other, always think about the hidden meanings of questions more than about the questions themselves.

Florentino Ariza never had another opportunity to see or talk to Fermina Daza alone in the many chance encounters of their very long lives until fifty-one years and nine months and four days later, when he repeated his vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love on her first night as a widow.

Florentino Ariza, on the other hand, had not stopped thinking of her for a single moment since Fermina Daza had rejected him out of hand after a long and troubled love affair fifty-one years, nine months, and four days ago.

For the city, his city, stood unchanging on the edge of time: the same burning dry city of his nocturnal terrors and the solitary pleasures of puberty, where flowers rusted and salt corroded, where nothing had happened for four centuries except a slow aging among withered laurels and putrefying swamps. In winter sudden devastating downpours flooded the latrines and turned the streets into sickening bogs. In summer an invisible dust as harsh as red-hot chalk was blown into even the best-protected corners of the imagination by mad winds that took the roofs off the houses and carried away children through the air.

From there he saw Fermina Daza walk in on her son's arm, dressed in an unadorned long-sleeved black velvet dress buttoned all the way from her neck to the tips of her shoes, like a bishop's cassock, and a narrow scarf of Castilian lace instead of the veiled hat worn by other widows, and even by many other ladies who longed for that condition

Había estado en la muerte, en efecto, pero había regresado porque no pudo soportar la soledad.