Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
Still, in the depth of his thundering there was a glimmer of tenderness that broke the hearts of his listeners as if they were the crystal vases of the great Caruso.
“I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.”
What Uncle Leo XII never suspected was that his nephew’s courage did not come from the need to survive or from a brute indifference inherited from his fathers, but from a driving need for love, which no obstacle in this world or the next would ever break.
“Love is the only thing that interests me.” he said.
……there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager ore lucid or dangerous, than a poet.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
Nevertheless, Florentino Ariza discovered the resemblance many years later, as he was combing his hair in front of the mirror, and only then did he understand that a man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
Years later, when Florentino Ariza had the resources to publish the book himself, it was difficult for him to accept the reality that love letters had gone out of fashion.
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