One Hundred Years of Solitude

Wherever you go, you should remember that the past is all false, memories are a road without end, all past springs no longer exist, and even that most resilient and wild love is in the end just a fleeting reality.

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

The past is false, memories are a road without a way back, all the past spring can not be recovered, even the most fervent and steadfast love, in the end is only a fleeting reality, only loneliness eternal.

Buy a permanent ticket and board a train that will never end.

All people seem to be lonely, trying to get rid of loneliness in their own way, but in fact, they still continue their loneliness. Loneliness is the curse of creation for those who live in groups, and loneliness is the only outlet for loneliness.

Life has never existed independently of loneliness. Whether we are born, we grow up, we love each other or we succeed or fail, until the end, loneliness exists like a shadow in a corner of life.

The secret of a happy old age is nothing else but to make a decent agreement with loneliness.

You hated those people so much, fought them for so long, and finally became like them. No ideal in this world is worth the price of such a sinking.

The past is all a lie, memories are a road without a way back, all the past spring cannot be recovered, even the most wild and tough love, in the end is only a fleeting reality, only loneliness is eternal.

Parents are the curtain that separates us from death. You and death seem to be looking at something apart, not feeling anything, your parents are in between you, wait until your parents pass away, then you will face these things directly, otherwise you see death is very abstract, you don't know. Relatives, friends, neighbors, intergenerational, the pressure of their death is not so direct on you. Your parents are a curtain between you and death, blocking you a bit, and your closest people will influence your view of life and death.

The secret of a happy old age is nothing else but making a decent pact with loneliness.

Even if one thinks one's feelings have dried up beyond giving, there will always be a moment when the same thing will tug at the deepest strings of the heart; we are not born to enjoy solitude after all.

It is because at the beginning of the future did too much vision, so the current self is particularly disappointed. All the splendor in life once had, eventually need to pay with loneliness

A minute of reconciliation is worth a lifetime of friendship.

The lies became more and more sincere, and finally even she herself was comforted by them.

The bitter laughter of the parties involved replaces the tears of the bystanders, and the self-expressed pain of the "fool" replaces the seemingly fair criticism and analysis of the "wise", which has the objective effect of evoking deep introspection in the group of the fooled.

What are you waiting for? Time has passed, that's the word, but not so fast. Wherever you go, you should remember that the past is all false, that memories are a road without end, that all the past springs are gone forever, and that even that hardest, wildest love is in the end only a fleeting reality!

"Be careful with your heart, Aureliano," said Colonel Hieronymus Marquez to him, "you are rotting alive."