One Hundred Years of Solitude Quotes

It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

There is always something left to love.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

...time was not passing...it was turning in a circle...

They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.

What does he say?' he asked.'He’s very sad,’ Úrsula answered, ‘because he thinks that you’re going to die.''Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

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

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Many 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...

Cease, cows, life is short.

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!

He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

She had that rare virtue of never existing completely except for that opportune moment

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

Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.

The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .

Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.

The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.

He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.

Fernanda, on the other hand, looked for it in vain along the paths of her everyday itinerary without knowing that the search for lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them.

Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it," he said with deep bitterness. "I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

And normality was precisely the most fearful part of that infinite war: nothing ever happened.

The world must be all fucked up, he said then, when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.

Children inherit their parents' madness.

I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance.

In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.

In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.

It had never occurred to him until then to think that literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people...

Science has eliminated distance, Melquíades proclaimed. In a short time, man will be able to see what is happening in any place in the world without leaving his own house.

From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in the room had begun to turn to mud.

When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead."Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.

We'll turn to ashes in this house without men, but. we won't give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing us weep

In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.

A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange bells and whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like.

He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing

The world must be all fucked up,’ he said then, ‘when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.’ That was the last thing he was heard to say.

Well," Aureliano said. "Tell me what it is."Pilar Ternera bit her lips with a sad smile."That you would be good in a war," she said. "Where you put your eye, you put your bullet.