Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezIt was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.
Gabriel Garcia Marquezand it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez