

“Wherever they might be they always remember that 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.”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude

“...time was not passing...it was turning in a circle...”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude

“A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
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