One Hundred Years of Solitude

"The yellow flowers marked the approach of death and transformation."

"She had lived through so much that she had forgotten how to be surprised."

"The storm raged for nearly five years without ceasing."

"He pursued dreams until they became indistinguishable from memory."

"The machines in the factory ran without purpose or meaning."

"She accepted her fate with the grace of someone who had expected nothing else."

"The repetition of names revealed patterns in the fabric of destiny."

"He had forgotten more than most people would ever know."

"The walls of reality were dissolving into dream."

"She understood finally that love was not a destination but a journey without end."

"The war had become a permanent state of being."

"He believed that solitude was the price of greatness."

"The town was becoming legendary before it had finished being founded."

"She had learned that the only certainty was uncertainty itself."

"Everything written was predestined."

"He spent the rest of his life trying to decipher the cryptic passages."

"The mysteries of the universe were revealed in the oldest texts."

"She discovered that she could love the same man throughout eternity."

"He had not slept in four years and could not sleep because the insomnia plague had made him immune to sleep."

"The past was the same as the future and the present was the same as yesterday."

"She was not beautiful, but she had a certain clarity in her eyes that was impossible to describe."

"In this way the families of insomnia and plague were perpetuating their names through different variations."

"He had the look of someone who knows where he is and why."

"She had discovered that they would never get out because they were predestined to solitude."

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

"Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but a theater for the performance of the past."

"He had never in his life managed to lift a dead body."

"She was so realistic that she did not believe in the deceptions of her eyes."

"It was as if God had decided to 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."