All My Life, I've Been Frightened At

Both Described At The Same Time How It Was Always March There And Always Monday, And Then They Understood That José Arcadio Buendía Was Not As Crazy As The Family Said, But That He Was The Only One Who Had Enough Lucidity To Sense The Truth Of The Fact That Time Also Stumbled And Had Accidents And Could Therefore Splinter And Leave An Eternalized Fragment In A Room.

All Human Beings Have Three Lives: Public, Private, And Secret.

For You Was I Born, For You Do I Have Life, For You Will I Die, For You Am I Now Dying.

He Did Not Dare To Console Her, Knowing That It Would Have Been Like Consoling A Tiger Run Thru By A Spear.

She Felt The Abyss Of Disenchantment.