races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezNevertheless, no matter how much they killed themselves with work, no matter how much money they eked out, and no matter how many schemes they thought of, their guardian angels were asleep with fatigue while they put in coins and took them out trying to get just enough to live with.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezA man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezThen he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez