
One Hundred Years of Solitude

Taciturn, silent, insensible to the new breath of vitality that was shaking the house, Colonel Aureliano Buendía could understand only that the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez • One Hundred Years of Solitude
Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez • One Hundred Years of Solitude
“Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez • One Hundred Years of Solitude
The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez • One Hundred Years of Solitude
“We have still not had a death,” he said. “A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez • One Hundred Years of Solitude
That spirit of social initiative disappeared in a short time, pulled away by the fever of the magnets, the astronomical calculations, the dreams of transmutation, and the urge to discover the wonders of the world.