and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems 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 MarquezHe thought about his people without sentimentality, with a strict closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated most.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez