Book: One hundred years of solitude

love hell becomes a Paradise only in bed.

The dining table can be love as in bed.

The only effective way of fight is violence.

... all her life, she whiled away like the Windows of raging torrential downpour.

... thousand six known families of cockroaches from time immemorial subjected to persistent and relentless persecution; for the whole history of humanity people are not attacked with such fury on any living thing, even of their own species, and, in truth, desire for the destruction of cockroaches would have been attributed to such human instincts as reproduction and the instinct of tarakanita much more clearly pronounced and invincible, and if the cockroaches still managed so far to avoid complete extermination, it was only because they hid in dark corners and this made them unattainable for a person born with a fear of the dark.

... she announced an indefinite mourning - without the deceased, but empty hopes...

... lovers found themselves in a desolate world, the only and eternal reality in him was love.

... love in moments of satiety much more unused features than desire.

The minute of reconciliation is worth more than a lifelong friendship.

... wonderful property - the ability to think about past joys without bitterness and remorse.

It rained for four years, eleven months and two days. <...> The air was so saturated with moisture that a fish could enter the house through the open door, swim through the rooms and out the Windows.

... he is the only one in the house had sufficient clarity of mind that allowed him to comprehend the truth that the movement is also facing obstacles and suffering the accident, but because a piece of time can break away and forever be stuck in a room.

One day, when he described him in detail the mechanism of love, he interrupted him by asking: "then what are you feeling?" Jose arcadio was quick to respond:
- It's like an earthquake...

... loneliness graded memories, incinerated impassable piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in my heart...