One Hundred Years of Solitude

"She understood that paradise was not a place but an instant."

"The past carried the same weight as the future."

"Loneliness was the privilege of the strong."

"The plague of insomnia spread through the town like wildfire."

"They lived in a town where the same names repeated across generations."

"The only real thing was the forgetting."

"He was condemned to wander the earth seeking a sign."

"She had given up the fight against her nature."

"The imagination was more important than the land itself."

"They were condemned to repeat everything forever."

"The truth is that Macondo was not the town of ghosts it had become."

"He had loved her because he could not bear her absence."

"The house was large and cool and filled with the smell of bitter almonds."

"They bore the weight of the most difficult science: the science of missing someone."

"Nobody would leave Macondo by way of the river, for it had turned into blood."

"Love was an apparition passing through a mirror."

"The yellow pages were indecipherable until the very last."

"He perceived something irreversible in time."

"She understood finally that the deciphering of infinite space could not be found in the stars."

"It was a Friday when the rains began."

"They were condemned to one hundred years of solitude."

"The dead did not leave because they wanted to, but because they were made to leave."

"He had not understood that love was a shared illusion."

"The past was still liquid, still capable of changing."

"They did not know where they were going, nor did they know what they sought."

"Macondo was painted yellow."

"Memory of the past is a mirror that faces an abyss."

"The most fragrant woman ever to have existed was Remedios the Beauty."

"He understood then that he had been beaten not by his enemy but by time."

"She had penetrated the labyrinth of certainties of an unbridled woman and had emerged unscathed."