Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.

Then he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm.

I have learned that a man has the right and obligation to look down at another man, only when that man needs help to get up from the ground.

There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.