One Hundred Years of Solitude

"Everything that exists in the world is one thing and another thing is the opposite"

"Humans are creatures of habit, and we are doomed to repeat the same mistakes"

"She had discovered that it was impossible to love the same person twice"

"Things have a life of their own. The only thing that matters is not to abandon them"

"The only way to live is by forgetting"

"You are not a ghost. You are flesh and blood and you will always be flesh and blood"

"A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground"

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

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

"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 alteration between doubt and revelation"

"Solitude was the only honest inheritance of the Buendías."

"He had spent his fortune on hopeless wars."

"Life repeats itself in cycles that are almost identical."

"The laboratory was his only refuge."

"She had exhausted all her years in that single instant."

"The porch was lit by the glow of the stars."

"They felt themselves dissolved in their own existence."

"A person is not a person until someone knows his true name."

"The rains lasted nearly five years."

"He was a man of obsessive dedication."

"Melquiades had written everything with the clarity of nostalgia."

"She was not a person but a remedy for loneliness."

"The civil wars seemed to never end."

"He was following a scent that he had only felt once before."

"The world was so recent that many things lacked names."

"She smiled with a certain malice."

"There is no past that does not return."

"The heat was unbearable and the dust never stopped falling."

"One has only to go out and look at the stars."

"The house was full of the smell of dried flowers."