Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.

we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.

Please allow me to wipe the slate clean. Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself. Florentino Ariza, Love in the Time of Cholera