Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.

There is no greater glory than to die for love.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.

Nevertheless, no matter how much they killed themselves with work, no matter how much money they eked out, and no matter how many schemes they thought of, their guardian angels were asleep with fatigue while they put in coins and took them out trying to get just enough to live with.

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.