and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.

She felt the abyss of disenchantment.

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

What does he say?' he asked. 'He’s very sad,’ Úrsula answered, ‘because he thinks that you’re going to die.' 'Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.

In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .