De manera que su despreocupación consiente hubiera sido suicida.
Contéstale que sí. Aunque te estés muriendo de miedo, aunque después te arrepientas, porque de todos modos te vas a arrepentir toda la vida si le contestas que no
But in her loneliness in the palace she learned to know him, they learned to know each other, and she discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s ch...
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them them over and over again to gi...
Dikkatli olun beyefendi, o evde adam öldürürler.-Aşk uğrunaysa ziyanı yok.
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.
—El que vende comida no se muere de hambre.
– Не тревожь меня из-за всякой мелочи, — приказал полковник Аурелиано Буэндиа. — Спроси ответа у Божественного Провидения («Сто лет одиночества», Г.Г. Маркес)
لم يكن يعرض عليها سوى مكاسب دنيوية: الأمن, النظام, السعادة, و هي أرقام ما أن تجمع إلى بعضها حتى تتحول مباشرة إلى شيء كالحب: الحب تقريبا. و لكنها ليست الحب
كُنتُ أقول له : لا تسرق أبداً شيئاًيحتاج إليه انسان لِيأكُل
¡Ese día me di cuenta de lo solas que estamos las mujeres en el mundo!
The pursuit of love is like falconry.- chronicle of death foretold
When at last he surrendered, Florentino Ariza hung the mirror in house, not for the exquisite frame but because of the place inside that for two hours had been occupied by her beloved reflection
What did you expect? he murmured. Time passes.
They spend their lives fighting against priests and then give prayerbooks as gifts.
There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.
The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.
The feverish excitement of twenty had been something very noble, very beautiful, but it had not been love.
She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.
She made a visual inventory of the disaster and confirmed that the girl was curled up like a snail, her head hidden between her arms: terrified but intact. My God! Rosa Cabarcas exclaimed. What I woul...