The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.

There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. And when you do find one, observe with care, they almost always have crystals in their heart

his examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning...to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.

The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.