One Hundred Years of Solitude

"The only way to live in this world is to accept its strangeness."

"Even miracles required some degree of skepticism to make them work."

"Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

"She was living in a parallel reality, completely impervious to any earthly scourge."

"The truth is that I have become a prisoner of my own work."

"Úrsula remained until the moment of her death holding in her memory the name of Remedios the Beauty."

"One must accept that life is a lonely business and that we are condemned to die as we were born."

"What does the world look like to you, standing there with your insomnia and your herbal remedies?"

"He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude."

"The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point."

"Years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."

"It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alternation between doubt and revelation."

"He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude."

"He disappeared into the same dust from which he had emerged."

"The final truth was that nothing was permanent except change itself."

"She had learned to love without expecting to be loved in return."

"The river carried away all certainties."

"He sought redemption in work, though redemption never came."

"The boundaries between life and death had become impossible to discern."

"She understood that forgetting was a form of freedom."

"The love that could not be spoken was written in silence."

"He had learned that courage was simply the refusal to surrender."

"The town existed in a state of perpetual emergence from nothing."

"She discovered that paradise had existed all along, but only in memory."

"The family was cursed to repeat the same mistakes across generations."

"He built and rebuilt the same things, seeking some kind of perfection."

"The manuscripts contained the story of everything that had happened and would happen."

"She danced as if movement could erase the weight of history."

"The laboratory contained the secrets of creation and destruction."

"He was searching for something he could not name and could not find."