The Weak Would Never Enter The Kingdom

"things Have A Life Of Their Own," The Gypsy Proclaimed With A Harsh Accent. "it's Simply A Matter Of Waking Up Their Souls."

Santiago Nasar Had Often Told Me That The Smell Of Closed-in Flowers Had An Immediate Relation To Death For Him.

She Searched The Truth With An Anguish Almost As Great As Her Terrible Fear Of Finding It .

Ah, Me, If This Is Love, Then How It Torments.

Love Becomes Greater And Nobler In Calamity.