There's a hunger for stories in all of us, adults too. We need stories so much that we're even willing to read bad books to get them, if the good books won't supply them.
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
(n.) Fellowship; association; the act or fact of keeping company with any one.
The Widow Nazaret never missed her occasional appointments with Florentino Ariza, not even during her busiest times, and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved, although always in...
I was with you at the beginning of your journey. It is right that I should follow you to its end.
Two's a company three's a crowd.
A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her . . . but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.
To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.
The act of quiet nighttime talking, illustrates for me more than anything else the curious alchemy of companionship.
We have lived and loved together Through many changing years We have shared each other's gladness And wept each other's tears.
My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.
She was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people...
I thought I was in love once and then later I thought maybe it was just an inner-ear imbalance.
A virtuous wife is a man's best treasure.
You can't put a price tag on love but you can on all its accessories.
I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.
If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.
When you are in love with someone you want to be near him all the time except when you are out buying things and charging them to him.
Men love because they are afraid of themselves afraid of the loneliness that lives in them and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
We pedaled rapidly, without laughing or speaking, peculiarly satisfied with our mutual presence, akin to one another in the common isolation of lewdness, weariness, and absurdity.
We are in the same boat