the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end

He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.

The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name.

Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon his father took him to see ice.

She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.

It was a love of perpetual flight.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.