This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.

wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.

For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough

Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… 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. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would be recognized by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use.... At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said "Macondo" and another larger one on the main street that said "God exists".