He Who Awaits Much Can Expect Little.

She Knew That He Loved Her Above All Else, More Than Anything In The World, But Only For His Own Sake.

In That Macondo Forgotten Even By The Birds, Where The Dust And The Heat Had Become So Strong That It Was Difficult To Breathe, Secluded By Solitude And Love And By The Solitude Of Love In A House Where It Was Almost Impossible To Sleep Because Of The Noise Of The Red Ants, Aureliano, And Amaranta Úrsula Were The Only Happy Beings, And The Most Happy On The Face Of The Earth.

This Was When She Asked Him Whether It Was True That Love Conquered All, As The Songs Said. 'it Is True', He Replied, 'but You Would Do Well Not To Believe It.

Life Is Not What One Lived, But What One Remembers And How One Remembers It In Order To Recount It

A Lie Is More Comfortable Than Doubt, More Useful Than Love, More Lasting Than Truth.