She knew that it would not be easy to submit to his miserliness, or the foolishness of his premature appearance of age, or his maniacal sense of order, or his eagerness to as for everything and give nothing at all in return, but despite all this, no man was better company because no other man in the world was so in need of love.

It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

It was also her nature that caused her letters to avoid emotional pitfalls and confine themselves to relating the events of her daily life in the utilitarian style of a ship's log. In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line.

She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.

A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.

There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.

Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.