One Hundred Years of Solitude

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

Poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled formication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like littlest children and playing together like dogs.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.— Colonel Aureliano Buendia

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 finde them.P.256...and she asked God, without fear, if he really believed that people were made of iron in order to bear so many troubles and mortifications....