In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.

Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.

Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.

and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.