Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

[The captain] looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love and was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

He who awaits much can expect little.

I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance.