The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezEverything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: "The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez