Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezIt was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezLife is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it
Gabriel Garcia MarquezAureliano not only understood by then, he also lived his brotherโs experiences as something of his own, for on one occasion when the latter was explaining in great detail the mechanism of love, he interrupted him to ask: โWhat does it feel like?โ Josรฉ Arcadio gave an immediate reply: โItโs like an earthquake.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez