The children would remember for the rest of their lives the august solemnity with which their father, devastated by his prolonged vigil and by the wraith of his imagination, revealed his discovery to them: 'The world is round, like an orange.

The truth is I'm getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don't feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

his mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.

Morality, too, is a question of time.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.