Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would be recognized by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use.... At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said "Macondo" and another larger one on the main street that said "God exists".

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

In the end all books are written for your friends.

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

Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.

A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.

and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.