The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they might be related to one another in ways frowned on by the Old Testament.
The world advances. Yes, I said, progress, but circling around the sun.
The audacious telegraph operator took the flower from his buttonhole and said to her: I give you my life in this rose.
I told your daughter that she is like a rose. True enough, said Lorenzo Daza but one with too many thorns.
Florentino Ariza wrote everything with so much passion that even official documents seem to be about love. His bills of lading were rhymed no matter how he tried to avoid it, and routine business...
Then she told him to look in the bedroom and Aureliano Segundo saw the mule. Its skin was clinging to its bones like that of its mistress, but it was just as alive and resolute as she. Petra Cotes had...
One never quite stops believing,' said the Marquis. 'Some doubt remains forever.' Abrenuncio understood. He had always thought that ceasing to believe caused a permanent scar in the place where one's...
I had always thought that dying of love was nothing more than poetic license. That afternoon, returning home, again, without the cat and without her, I realized that not only was it possible, but that...
They were two happy lovers among the crowd, and they came to suspect that love could be a feeling that was more relaxing and deep than the happiness, wild but momentary, of their secret nights.
We are the orphans of our son.
Give me a bias and I will move the world.
Science has eliminated distance.
The Bishop blessed him and helped him to his feet."May God have mercy on you," he said. And erased him from his heart.
Remember that everything that is good, whatever it's origin, comes from the holy spirit.
But power - like love - is double-edged: it is exercised and it is suffered.
You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, I told him, like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because...
We men are the miserable slaves of prejudice
She seemed to him so beautiful, so seductive, so different from common people that he did not understand why no one was as moved as he was by the castanet song of her heels on the cobblestones of the...
It takes courage to die for a cause, but also to live for one.
Memories have ways of becoming independent of the reality they evoke. They can soften us against those we were deeply hurt by or they can make us resent those we once accepted and loved...
There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.
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.
When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.
God was not in the details for Jefferson; he was in the sky and stars.
The only thing that hurts me about dying is that it's not about love.
Because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in her heart, and had purified, magnified, and eternalized the others,...
You are a donkey. What God gave you in eyes took it to you.
Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.
I returned home tormented by the little demon who whispers into our ear the devastating replies we didn't give at the right time
He finished shaving by touch, still walking around the room, for he tried to see himself in the mirror as little as possible so he would not have to look into his own eyes.
We men are the slaves of prejudice,' he had once said to her. 'But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral...
One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts-just mere thoughts-are as powerful as electric batteries-as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as...
I used to tell him: Never steal anything A person needs it to eat
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...