For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

I must warn you that the books I like are not necessarily the ones I think are the best. I like them for various reasons not always easy to explain.

I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.

And nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.

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