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.

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.

He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.

Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

The only Virgos left in the world are people like you who were born in August.

The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.