Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

She sensed it, saw my eyes wet with tears, and only then must have discovered I was no longer the man I had been, and I endured her glance with a courage I never thought I had.

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

He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she had written him. They were arranged by date in bundles ties with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened.

races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.

There is always something left to love.