but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.

In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.

If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.

Let me stay here," he said. "There was soap.

There is always something left to love.