Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.

Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.

I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

Jose Palacios, his oldest servant, found him floating naked with his eyes open in the purifying waters of his bath and thought he had drowned.

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.