The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.

the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end

He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape.

I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him.

Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.