Los adolescentes de mi generacián avorazados por la vida olvidaron en cuerpo y alma las ilusiones del porvenir, hasta que la realidad les enseño que el futuro no era como lo soñaban, y descubrieron la...
Lo único cierto era que se llevaron todo: el dinero, las brisas de diciembre, el cuchillo del pan, el trueno de las tres de la tarde, el aroma de los jazmines, el amor. Sólo quedaron los almendros pol...
La vida no es sino una continua sucesión de oportunidades para sobrevivir
La vida no es la que uno vivió, sino la que uno recuerda y cómo la recuerda para contarla.
La necesidad de sentirse triste se le iba convirtiendo en un vicio a medida que la devastaban los años.
La citeva luni dupa intoarcerea sa, incepuse sa imbatrineasca atit de repede si intr-un chip atit de nelinistitor, incit in curind fu privit ca unul dintre acei strabunici inutili care se foiesc ca ni...
It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alteration between excitement and disappointment, doubt and revela...
It was a kind of Chinese toy, made up of five concentric boxes, andin the last one there was a card laboriously inscribed by someone who could barely write:We’ll get together Saturday at the movies. M...
Into your hands at last I have come vanquished. She obeyed. Where I know that I must die,
Il était encore trop jeune pour savoir que la mémoire du cœur efface les mauvais souvenirs et embellit les bons, et que c'est grâce à cet artifice que l'on parvient à accepter le passé.
I understood this man was a Saint, he said.Something even rarer, said Dr. Urbino, An atheistic saint. But those are matters for God to decide.
I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end
I continued working without a break, but in the middle of the third story...I felt myself tiring more than if I had been working on a novel. The same thing happened with the fourth. In fact, I did not...
I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.
He was so stubborn that Father Nicanor gave up his attempts at evangelization and continued visiting him out of humanitarian feelings. But then it was José Arcadio Buendía who took the lead and tried...
He was a perfect husband: he never picked up anything from the floor, or turned out a light, or closed a door.
God was a full-fledged member of the Conservative Party.
For that was what he needed: to let his soul escape through his mouth.
Era inevitabile: l'odore delle mandorle amare gli ricordava sempre il destino degli amori contrastati.
En las dos últimas horas de su vida no logró entender por qué había desaparecido el miedo que lo atormentó desde la infancia. Impasible, sin preocuparse siquiera por demostrar su reciente valor, escuc...