One Hundred Years of Solitude

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

"The town that had seen miracles was now seeing only the dust of its own decline."

"In the end, they were prisoners of their own blood, unable to escape their destiny."

"She lived in such a state of grace that she did not need to understand the world."

"The greatest tragedy is to reach the end without ever having begun."

"His worst mistake had been believing that the past could be changed by forgetting it."

"One can only be understood by those who share one's own solitude."

"The love that endured was not the most passionate, but the most patient."

"She possessed the singular gift of being able to live in multiple times simultaneously."

"Madness and science were not always distinct in Macondo."

"He learned to decipher the ancient writing during his lucid moments of insanity."

"What frightened him was not death, but the fear of being forgotten."

"The most beautiful thing in the world deserves the most beautiful ending."

"He had wasted forty years of his life searching for himself in the mirror of the world."

"Everything that had ever happened on Earth was repeated one hundred years later."

"All attempts at magic were nothing more than the crystallization of desire."

"She was the only one in that household who had a clear view of the future."

"The wars are history now; only the soldiers remain, like ghosts."

"Her maternal instinct was not stronger than her curiosity."

"In the end, it was clear that one could not choose one's relatives."

"They discovered that they both felt an identical desire to exist."

"The most terrible thing about death is not that we die, but that we leave too much unfinished."

"He was incapable of imagining how much he might have loved her if she had allowed him to do so."

"Some individuals are born infected with the germ of oblivion."

"The world must have been designed by a practical man, not an idealist."

"In matters of the heart, it is better to arrive anywhere than nowhere."

"Fate makes us relatives, but choice makes us friends."

"Without noticing it, they had long since lost the habit of talking."

"She was buried beneath a sheet of flowers as though she were a saint."

"The only thing worse than a war is another war."