The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .

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

Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.