Life had already given him sufficient reasons for knowing that no defeat was the final one.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezHer laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezHer heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez