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

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

In the plenitude of their relationship, Florentina Ariza asked himself which of the two was love: the turbulent bed or the peaceful Sunday afternoons, and Sara Noriega calmed him with the simple argument that love was everything they did naked. She said, 'Spiritual love from the waist up and physical love from the waist down.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.

Florentina Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days and nights. 'Forever,' he said.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.