One Hundred Years of Solitude

A person doesn't die when he should but when he can.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

There is always something left to love.

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

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