Book: Love in the time of cholera

- The case is even rarer. Holy atheist. But these are the works of God.

For some time the only topic was memories of the beautiful moments of the past, it was his secret way to the relief of the soul. For this he needed the most: through the mouth to throw out that had accumulated in the shower.

Soon I'll be a hundred years old, I saw all sorts of changes, even lights moved in the Universe, and only one saw a change in this country. And the Constitution of new take, and all sorts of laws, and wars begin every three months and still live as before.

Worse lean health only bad reputation.

All that went away with age, filled in the character and painstaking skill.

She was with him for nearly twenty years, yet in this sleepy town where everyone was known all the way down to state secrets about their relationship no one knew.

His personal hell, which lasted more than half a century, has prepared for him is still a lot of deadly trials that he intended to meet with even greater heat, great suffering and more love than all the previous ones, because they last.

Had to teach her to think of love as grace, which is not a tool for something, but is itself the beginning and the end.

Starting to write, he was willing to put his patience is the greatest test anyway, wait until, until it becomes quite obvious that he's wasting his time unique, incomprehensible way.

Florentino Ariza, on the contrary, not for a moment stopped thinking about her since then, as Fermina Dasa irrevocably rejected him after their rough and tough love; and from that time have passed fifty-one years, nine months and four days.

Never until that moment did not realize it so clear the heaviness and largeness of the drama that she created when she was barely eighteen, and which was to haunt her until death. And she wept, wept for the first time since the day this disaster happened, and cried alone, with no witnesses, because the only way she knew how to cry.

It has always been: whatever happens, good or bad, every event he somehow contacted her.

Her pain broke on blind rage against the world and even against itself, and it gave her strength and courage to alone to meet alone.

No one slept as beautiful as she, like flying dance, keeping one hand to his forehead, but nobody'd get mad as she is, if it happened to disturb her, thinking that she was asleep while she slept.