Love Becomes Greater And Nobler In Calamity.

He Sank Into The Rocking Chair, The Same One In Which Rebecca Had Sat During The Early Days Of The House To Give Embroidery Lessons, And In Which Amaranta Had Played Chinese Checkers With Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, And In Which Amarana Ursula Had Sewn The Tiny Clothing For The Child, And In That Flash Of Lucidity He Became Aware That He Was Unable To Bear In His Soul The Crushing Weight Of So Much Past.

The Only Thing Worse Than Bad Health Is A Bad Name.

If God Hadn't Rested On Sunday, He Would Have Had Time To Finish The World.

Love Does Not Die, When Someone Gets Old, People Get Old, Because They Can Not Love Anymore.

The More Transparent The Writing, The More Visible The Poetry.