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The only frustration I carry away from this life is that of singing at so many funerals except my own.

Over the years, they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: it was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than Love.

Her son had suffered from six blennorrhagias (gonorhea) , although the doctor had said they were not six but the same one that reappeared after each lost battle. He had also had a swollen gland, four warts, and six cases of impetigo in the groin, but it would not have occurred to him or any man to think of these as disease diseases; they were only the spoils of war.

He is a fuccboii.

Life in the world, which had cost her so much uncertainty before she was familiar with it, was nothing more than a system of atavistic contracts, Banal ceremonies, pre-ordained words, with which people entertained each other in society in order not to commit murder

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

Pacifier? Wtf?

Florentino is a fuccboii

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day, their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

He is ugly and sad…but he is all love.