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

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

If you love something - let. If it is yours - it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I'm with you.

She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.

The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.

nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

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.