1.What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
2.Many years later as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice。
3.We fought all those wars and all of it just so that we didn’t have to paint our houses blue。
4.sometimes in the face of a watercolor of Venice, nostalgia unexpectedly to the smell of ditch mud and rotting crustaceans into the flower of quietly elegant fragrance. Amaranta sighed, smiled, looking forward to the second home, where men and women are pretty, naive child, there is the ancient city. However, its past a magnificent performance now leaving only debris heap a few kitten.
5.The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude。
6.The past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
7.All the brilliant life in the original, the original, after all, need to be used to repay the lonely.
8.Always feeling suddenly coming, a flash of light, like a true belief in an instant initiation cannot capture.
9.A person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.
10.The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.
11.One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship。
12.For it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
13.Wherever you go, you should keep in mind that the past is false, the memory is a no end of the road, all the past spring no longer exist
14.With a slight push, the hinge gave out a sad, intermittent groan, which caused the cold echoes in his heart.
15.Parents is every curtain between us and death. You and death like across what looked at, there is no sense of what that block your parents in your midst, when your parents died, you will face these things, or you see death is very abstract, you don’t know. Relatives, friends, neighbors and grandparents, they died for your pressure is not so direct, parents are separated between you and the death of a curtain, the you stop for a moment, the people closest to you will affect your view of life and death.