The wind from the Caribbean blew in the windows along with the racket made by the birds, and Fermina Daza felt in her blood the wild beating of her free will.
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.
He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.
and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.
Be calm. God awaits you at the door.
he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.
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In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.
One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.
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