This 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 MarquezShe felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worstโฆ Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezBefore reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez