Meme fann að þung hönd hans hvíldi á hné hennar og vissi undir eins að þau voru bæði glötuð.
Maybe I'll have a tumour like his someday. At first it will be a small but growing sphere that will branch out, growing larger in my stomach like a fetus. I will probably feel it when it starts to tak...
Los sobresaltos continuaban pero les dolían menos: la vida se había encargado de enseñarles que la felicidad del amor no se hizo para dormirse en ella sino para joderse juntos.
Lo comprobó con la compasión de los hijos a quienes la vida ha ido convirtiendo poco a poco en padres de sus padres, y por primera vez se dolió de no haber estado con el suyo en la soledad de sus erro...
Later, given political changes and the deterioration of the world, nobody in the government thought about either arts or letters.
La impresión que tengo hoy es que la casa con todo lo que tenía dentro sólo existía para él, pues era un matrimonio ejemplar del machismo en una sociedad matriarcal, en la que el hombre es rey absolut...
Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.
Jose Arcadio Buendia took his wife's words literally. He looked out the window and saw the barefoot children in the sunny garden and he had the impression that only at that instant had they begun to e...
It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they an...
It was simply a way of giving herself some relief, because actually they were joined till death by a bond that was more solid than love: a common prick of conscience.
It was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into a trickle of feathers when she tried to catch hold of them.
It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.
In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one i...
I returned home tormented by the little demon who whispers into our ear the devastating replies we didn’t give at the right time,
I live in fear of being alive.
Here the only one who has the right to prohibit anything is the government, we live in a democracy.
He would say: You treat me as if I were just anybody. She would roar with the laughter of a free female and say: Not at all: as if you were nobody.
He stared at her openly, at her intense mourning, at the dignity of her grief,
He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.
Estaba convencido en la soledad de su alma de haber amado en silencio mucho mas que nadie jamas en este mundo.