She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Aureliano not only understood by then, he also lived his brother’s experiences as something of his own, for on one occasion when the latter was explaining in great detail the mechanism of love, he interrupted him to ask: “What does it feel like?” José Arcadio gave an immediate reply: “It’s like an earthquake.

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

She knew that it would not be easy to submit to his miserliness, or the foolishness of his premature appearance of age, or his maniacal sense of order, or his eagerness to as for everything and give nothing at all in return, but despite all this, no man was better company because no other man in the world was so in need of love.