Dr Urbino did not agree: in his opinion a Liberal president was exactly the same as a Conservative president, but not as well dressed.
Dr Urbino did not agree: in his opinion a Liberal president was exactly the same as a Conservative president, but not as well dressed.
It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.
She had the revelation one Sunday that while the other instruments played for everyone the violen played for her alone .
The weak would never entered th kingdom of love.
For at the height of pleasure he had experienced a revelation that he could not believe, that he even refused to admit, which was that his illusory love for Fermina Daza could be replaced by an earthly passion.
It was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into a trickle of feathers when she tried to catch hold of them.
She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.
The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not-when they strayed form the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.
He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.
It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.
She knew that it would not be easy to submit to his miserliness, or the foolishness of his premature appearance of age, or his maniacal sense of order, or his eagerness to as for everything and give nothing at all in return, but despite all this, no man was better company because no other man in the world was so in need of love.
Then he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm.
He found a glimmer of hope in the ruins of disaster
I've remained a virgin for you.
She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it .
There is no greater glory than to die for love.
He is ugly and sad... but he is all love.
La muerte no era sólo una probabilidad permanente, como lo había sentido siempre, sino una realidad inmediata.
She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.
There was no sleeper more elegant than she, with her curved body posed for a dance and her hand across her forehead, but there was also no one more ferocious when anyone disturbed the sensuality of her thinking she was still asleep when she no longer was.
He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.
Los viejos, entre viejos, son menos viejos.
She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.
They did not speak of it the first night, when they spoke of everything until dawn, nor would they ever speak of it. But in the long run, neither of them had made a mistake.
He was begining to defer his problems in the hope that death would resolve them .
Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.
She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.
They had to isolate her so that she would not drive the rest of the madwomen crazy .
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.
Old age began with one's 1st fall and the death came with the 2nd .
She would walk through the kitchen at any hour, whenever she was hungry, and put her fork in the pots and eat a little of everything without placing anything on a plate, standing in front of the stove, talking to the serving women, who were the only ones with whom she felt comfortable, the ones she got along with best.
This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.
A man knows when he is growing old cuz he begins to look like his father .
He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape.
One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.
Shooting with his camera the animals tha they did not allow him to kill with his rifle .
Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.
After dinner, at five o'clock, the crew distributed folding canvas cots to the passengers, and each person opened his bed wherever he could find room, arranged it with the bedclothes from his petate, and set the mosquito netting over that. Those with hammocks hung them in the salon, and those who had nothing slept on the tablecloths that were not changed more than twice during the trip.
His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .
One had to live a long time to know a man's true nature.
Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.
What Uncle Leo XIII never suspected was that his nephew's courage did not come from the need to survive or from a brute indifference inherited from his father, but from a driving need for love, which no obstacle in this world or the next would ever break.
Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.
Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.
Only God knows how much I love you.
Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.
Where art thou that thou art not here.
Be calm. God awaits you at the door.
In a sudden inspiration, Florentino Ariza opened a can of red paint that was within reach of the bunk, wet his index finger, and painted the pubis of the beautiful pigeon fancier with an arrow of blood pointing south, and on her belly the words: This pussy is mine.
Our code of ethics supposes that wedoctors are made of wood .
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