It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezShe wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezThis was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez