Then I leave you more than 50 Phrases of a hundred years of solitude (In order of appearance), novel by the Colombian writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez , Winner of the 1982 Nobel Prize for Literature.
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The world was so recent, that many things had no name, and to mention them one had to point them with the finger.
2-It is proven that the demon has sulfuric properties, and this is just a little soliman.
3-The essential thing is not to lose the orientation. Always aware of the compass, he continued to lead his men to the invisible north, until they managed to leave the enchanted region.
4-We still do not have one dead. One is nowhere as long as he does not have one dead underground.
5 It was a good June night, cool and with a moon, and they were awake and frolicking in bed until dawn, indifferent to the wind that passed through the bedroom, loaded with the weeping of Prudencio Aguilar's relatives.
6-He asked what city it was, and they answered him with a name that he had never heard, which had no meaning, but which had a supernatural resonance in the dream: Macondo.
7-He promised to follow her to the end of the world, but later, when she would settle her affairs, and she had grown tired of waiting for him, always identifying him with the tall, short, blond and brown men whom the decks promised him by the ways of the Land and the ways of the sea, within three days, three months, or three years.
8-He was among the crowd that witnessed the sad sight of the man who became a viper for disobeying his parents.
9-Fascinated by an immediate reality that then was more fantastic than the vast universe of his imagination, he lost all interest in the laboratory of alchemy, put to rest the material exhausted by long months of manipulation, and returned to be the entrepreneurial man of The first times decided the layout of the streets and the position of the new houses, and it was determined that he was the one to direct the distribution of the land.
10-The adolescence had taken away the sweetness of the voice and had made it silent and definitely solitary, but instead had restored the intense expression he had in the garlic at birth.
In all the houses keys had been written to memorize the objects and feelings. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, invented by them, that they found less practical but more comforting.
12 Time weathered his foolish purpose, but aggravated his sense of frustration.
13-Then he took out the money accumulated in long years of hard labor, acquired commitments with his clients, and undertook the expansion of the house.
14-I lived on that. He had given her sixty-five times round the world, enrolled in a crew of stateless sailors.
She was so impressed by her enormous nakedness that she felt the urge to retreat.
16-A shot of gun was shot in the chest and the projectile came out of the back without hurting any vital center. The only thing left of all that was a street with its name in Macondo.
17-They were images of lovers in solitary parks, with vignettes of arrows and golden ribbons supported by pigeons.
18-The war, which until then had been but a word to designate a vague and remote circumstance, was concluded in a dramatic reality.
19-He did not really care about death, but life, and so the feeling he felt when they pronounced the sentence was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.
Then the dazzling aluminum glow disappeared, and he saw himself again, very young, in shorts and a bow on his neck, and saw his father in a splendid afternoon leading him into the tent, and saw the ice.
21-They promised to establish a breeding ground for magnificent animals, not so much to enjoy victories as they would not need then, but to have something to distract themselves on the tedious Sundays of death.
22-So many flowers fell from the sky, that the streets dawned on a compact bedspread, and they had to be cleared with shovels and rakes so that the burial could pass.
His head, now with deep entrances, seemed to bake slowly. His face, cracked by the Caribbean salt, had acquired a metallic hardness. It was preserved against impending old age by a vitality that had something to do with the coldness of the entrails.
24-But do not forget that as long as God gives us life, we will continue to be mothers, and however revolutionary they may be, we have the right to lower their trousers and give them a hint at the first disrespect.
"When the blue air of fog came out, his face became moist as in another dawn of the past, and only then did he understand why he had arranged for the sentence to be fulfilled in the courtyard, and not in the wall of the cemetery.
26-He ended up losing all contact with the war. What was once a real activity, an irresistible passion of his youth, became for him a remote reference: a void.
27 Only he knew then that his stunned heart was doomed forever to uncertainty.
28-The drunkenness of power began to break down into bursts of distress.
But when the proximity of the armistice was known, and it was thought that he returned again to be a human being, finally rescued for the heart of his own, the lethargic family affections for so long were reborn with more force than ever.
30 In an instant he discovered the scratches, welts, wounds, ulcers, and scars left by her for more than half a century of daily life, and found that such ravages did not even arouse in him a feeling of pity. He made a last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affections had rotted, and he could not find it.
31-Shortly afterwards, when his personal doctor finished removing the glondrinos, he asked without showing particular interest what was the exact site of the heart. The doctor listened to him and then painted a circle on his chest with a dirty cotton of iodine.
32-Though after so many years of war they must have seemed familiar to him, this time he felt the same dismay in his knees, and the same bruise of the skin he had experienced in his youth in the presence of a naked woman.
33-What happens is that the world is gradually being finished and these things do not come.
34-No one should know their meaning until they are one hundred years old.
35. Like all the good things that happened to them in their long life, that outlawed fortune had its origin in chance.
He was exasperated by his bowls of coffee at five, the mess of his workshop, his frayed blanket, and his habit of sitting at the street door at dusk.
"Too late, I tell myself, I would have done you a great favor if I had let you shoot."
38. The innocent yellow train which had so many uncertainties and evidences, and so many flatteries and misfortunes, and so many changes, calamities and nostalgia, was to carry Macondo.
The amazing thing about his simplifying instinct was that the more he disentangled himself from fashion seeking comfort, the more disturbing his beauty was, and the more provocative his behavior toward men.
40-Open your eyes wide. With any of them, the children will come out with a pig's tail.
The only difference between liberals and conservatives is that the liberals go to mass of five and the conservatives go to mass of eight.
It was then that it occurred to him that his awkwardness was not the first victory of decrepitude and darkness, but a failure of time.
The prestige of his uncontrolled voracity, of his immense capacity for waste, of his unprecedented hospitality, overtook the limits of the swamp and attracted the best qualified gluttons of the coast.
44-Life was going to embroider the shroud. It would have been said that she embroidered during the day and overflowed in the night, and not with hope of defeating in that way the solitude, but on the contrary, to sustain it.
He elaborated the plan with such hatred that the idea that he would have done it in the same way if it had been with love had shook him, but he did not let himself be stunned by the confusion, but continued to perfect the details so minutely that it became more than A specialist, a virtuous in the rites of death.
46 The world was reduced to the surface of his skin, and the interior was safe from all bitterness.
47-It rained four years, eleven months and two days. There were times of drizzle in which everyone put on their pontifical clothes and composed a convalencient face to celebrate the expedition, but soon they became accustomed to interpreting the pauses as announcements of recrudescence.
The jets of sad water that fell on the coffin were soaking the flag they had put on it, and that it was really the dirty flag of blood and gunpowder, repudiated by the most worthy veterans.
49 The spirit of her invincible heart directed her in the darkness. Those who noticed their stunts and stumbled with their archangelic arm always raised to the height of the head, they thought that it could hardly with its body, but still they did not believe that it was blind.
50-In their last years it occurred to them to substitute the numbers for riddles, so that the prize was distributed among all that they were correct, but the system turned out to be so complicated and lent itself to so many suspicions, that they desisted to the second attempt.
The last time she had been helped to account for her age by the time of the banana company, she had estimated it between one hundred fifteen and one hundred and twenty-one years.
In fact, his pernicious habit of not calling things by his name had given rise to new confusion, for the only thing telepathic surgeons found was a descent from the uterus that could be corrected by the use of a pessary.
In the last tumult, the drunks who took them out of the house confused the coffins and buried them in the wrong tombs.
More than a bookstore, it looked like a wastebasket of used books, put in disorder on the shelves that had to be destined to the passages.
55 Years earlier, when he was one hundred and forty-five, he had renounced the pernicious custom of keeping accounts of his age, and continued to live in the static and marginal time of memories, in a perfectly revealed and established future, beyond Of futures disturbed by the snares and insidious assumptions of decks.
The people had reached such extremes of inactivity that when Gabriel won the contest and went to Paris with two changes of clothes, a pair of shoes and the complete works of Rabelais, he had to beckon to the engineer so that the train He stopped to pick it up.
One night they smeared head to toe with syrup peaches, licked themselves like dogs, and loved each other like crazy on the floor of the corridor, and were awakened by a torrent of meat-eating ants ready to devour them alive.
I had seen them pass by, sitting in the rooms with their eyes absorbed and their arms folded, feeling a whole time, a time without breaking, because it was useless to divide it in months and years, and days in hours, when I could not To do nothing but contemplate the rain.
He scrabbled so deeply into her feelings that, in search of interest, he found love, because trying to make her want it ended up loving her.
60-The search for lost things is hampered by routine habits, and that's why it takes so much work to find them.
"He worked out the plan with so much hatred that he was shaken by the idea that he would have done it in the same way if it had been with love.
It had not occurred to him to think until then that literature was the best toy that had been invented to make fun of people.
It had taken many years of suffering and misery to conquer the privileges of solitude, and was not willing to give them up for an old age disturbed by the false charms of mercy.
She had lost the strength of her thighs, the hardness of her breasts, the habit of tenderness, but she had kept the madness of her heart intact.
"I did not understand how you went to the point of making a war for things that could not be touched by your hands.
Loneliness had selected his memories, and had cremated the numbing piles of nostalgic garbage that life had accumulated in his heart, and had purified, magnified, and eternalized the others, the most bitter.
"He had had to promote thirty-two wars, and violate all his covenants with death and wallow like a pig in the dunghill of glory, to discover the privileges of simplicity almost forty years later.