One Hundred Years of Solitude

"He felt the burden of his family's curse upon his shoulders."

"Memory and reality had become confused in his mind."

"She wove her final designs with threads of gold and silver."

"The passage of time had left no mark upon them."

"Macondo was a city of mirrors reflecting an infinite reality."

"They were so isolated from the rest of the world that their existence had become fantastical."

"The signs of plague were beginning to become apparent."

"The repetition of a crime does not make it less criminal, but merely more routine."

"She had penetrated every corner of his heart and had discovered that he harbored no secrets."

"He had learned from books exactly how to conduct his affections."

"Love was an unknown passion that they were prepared to welcome in any form."

"Everything that had been written on parchment was irrevocably condemned to oblivion."

"He was still too close to his recent past of smiles and prosperity to understand the advantage of adversity."

"The most interesting thing about it was that it was not yet known what the war was about."

"Remedios the Beautiful did not say goodbye with words but with a look that encompassed all of them forever."

"She would have preferred a son, but she accepted her daughter with grace."

"He did not know it was impossible because he was only recently arrived in the world and he had not yet received an adequate presentation of the way things are."

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

"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."

"They had never heard anyone sing so well."

"The cyclone has arrived."

"They had forgotten how to cry by then."

"Macondo was already a fearful whirlwind of dust and rubble."

"The secrets of the past were locked in manuscripts no one could read."

"Remedios the Beautiful ascended to heaven while folding laundry."

"It was as though the whole town had become infected with insomnia."

"They had lived together so long with the same habits that they understood each other without words."

"The only thing that was left was a golden trail of butterfly dust."

"Death really did exist then."