One of the 20th century's enduring works, One Hundred Years of Solitude is a widely beloved and acclaimed novel known throughout the world, and the ultimate achievement in a Nobel Prize–winning career. The novel tells the story of the rise and fall of the mythical town of Macondo through... read more
The story follows the lineage of the Buendia family, and its offshoots, as well as the town of Macondo, Colombia, more generally.
“The only difference today between Liberals and Conservatives is that the Liberals go to mass at five o'clock and the Conservatives at eight.”Colonel Aureliano Buendia
“O Coronel Aureliano Buendía mandou dizer, palavra por palavra, que esperava com verdadeira ansiedade aquela tardia mas merecida ocasião de lhe dar um tiro, não para cobrar as arbitrariedades e anacronismos de seu regime, mas por faltar com o respeito a um velho que não fazia mal a ninguém. Foi tal a veemência com que pronunciou a ameaça, que o Presidente da República cancelou a viagem na última hora.”Coronel Aureliano Buendía offering his host's courtesy to the President.
“It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alternation between excitement and disappointment, doubt and revelation, to such an extreme that no one knew for certain where the limits of reality lay. It was an intricate stew of truths and mirages that convulsed the ghost of José Arcadio Buendía with impatience and made him wander all through the house even in broad daylight.”This quote occurs just after the arrival of the railroad, when dozens of new inventions—the phonograph, the telephone, the electric lightbulb—have flooded Macondo.
“Cease, cows, life is short.”
“La vejez, no es mas que un pacto honrado con la soledad.”
“-Compadre, recuerda que a usted no lo fusilo yo, lo fusila la revolución. - Con todo respeto, vaya a comer mierda.”
“En cualquier lugar que estuvieran, recordaran siempre que el pasado era mentira, que la memoria no tenía caminos de regreso, que toda primavera antigua era irrecuperable, y que el amor más desatinado y tenaz era de todos modos una verdad efímera”
“Apartense vacas que la vida es corta.”
“Era lo último que iba quedando de un pasado cuyo aniquilamiento no se consumaba, porque seguía aniquilándose indefinidamente, consumiéndose dentro de sí mismo, acabándose a cada minuto pero sin acabar de acabarse jamás.”
“En Macondo no ha pasado nada, ni está pasando ni pasará nunca. Este es un pueblo feliz.”
“Things have a life of their own. It's simply a matter of waking up their souls.”Gypsy
“"It's the smell of the devil," she said. "Not at all," Melquiades corrected her. "It has been proven that the devil has sulphuric properties and this is just a little corrosive sublimate."”Melquion
“The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into steaming oil and their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders. For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.”
“Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shapeless place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of Ursula, confusedly aware that he was doing something that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done, not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was, or whose feet or whose head, and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines, and fear, and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude.”
“Aureliano not only understood by then, he also lived his brother's experiences of something of his own, for on one occasion when the latter was explaining in great detail the mechanisms of love, he interrupted him to ask: "What does it feel like?" Jose Arcadio gave an immediate reply: "It's like an earthquake."”
“He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.”
“The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.”
“Look at the mess we've gotten ourselves into, just because we invited a gringo to eat some bananas.”Colonel Aureliano Buendia
“He saw a bear dressed like a Dutch girl keeping time to the music with a soup spoon and a pan.”
“The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness. It pained her not to have had that revelation many years before when it had still been possible to purify memories and reconstruct the universe under a new light and evoke without trembling Pietro Crespi's smell of lavender at dusk and rescue Rebeca from her slough of misery, not out of hatred or out of love but because of the measureless understanding of solitude.”
“He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear.”
“He became accustomed to the sound of the rain, which after two months had become another form of silence...”
“Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that Jose Arcadio Buendia was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.”
“...a man whose tremendous power demanded a movement of seismic readjustment from her insides.”
“...literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people..”
“Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that 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.”
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