Shekhar

“Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years echoed her.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“The world must be all fucked up,’ he said then, ‘when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.’ That was the last thing he was heard to say.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“The uncertainty of the future made them turn their hearts toward the past.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“That drawing closer together of two solitary people of the same blood was far from friendship, but it did allow them both to bear up better under the unfathomable solitude that separated and united them at the same time.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude