Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezThen he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezThe war is in the mountains,โ he said. โFor as long as I can remember, they have killed us in the cities with decrees, not with bullets.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezA short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez