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.

In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.

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.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.

She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.