He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: โOnly God knows how much I loved you
Gabriel Garcia MarquezBetween the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezThe adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezAureliano not only understood by then, he also lived his brotherโs 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: โWhat does it feel like?โ Josรฉ Arcadio gave an immediate reply: โItโs like an earthquake.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez