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"But in her loneliness in the palace she learned to know him, they learned to know each other, and she discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them."
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"All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."
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"A wise woman protects her kids. A wiser woman hangs out with police officers, retired FBI agents and private investigators."
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"My mother is my doctorCaring for me when am illI will love her forever tillWe are gone to our creator!"
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"Her metaphors for her children included barnacles encrusting a ship and limpets clinging to a rock."
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"Mothers are supposed to listen and, afterward, to respond with some wisdom and perspective, but these things were not my mother's strong suit."
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"If I would be made come to earth again, I would ask for the same mother again. If made to return 100 times to earth, I would request to be born through the same mother 100 times!"
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"Children can see the beatitudes in nature."
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"You don't build a family by tearing down another one."
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"It is healthier, in any case, to write for the adults one's children will become than for the children one's "mature" critics often are."
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"Mom means miracles of a magical life."
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"In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory."
Nostalgia
"I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I am generous to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my suppressed rage, that I am punctual only only to hide how little I care about other peoples time."
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"In the parlor was a huge camera on wheels like the ones used in public parks, and the backdrop of a marine twilight, painted with homemade paints, and the walls papered with pictures of children at memorable moments: the first Communion, the bunny costume, the happy birthday. Year after year, during contemplative pauses on afternoons of chess, Dr. Urbino had seen the gradual covering over of the walls, and he had often thought with a shudder of sorrow that in the gallery of casual portraits lay the germ of the future of the city, governed and corrupted by those unknown children, where note even the ashes of his glory would remain."
History
"He dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips, her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins."
Mortality
"I became another man. I tried to reread the classics that had guided me in adolescence, and I could not bear them. I buried myself in the romantic writings I had repudiated when my mother tried to impose them on me with a heavy hand, and in them I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy love."
Love
"Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."
Spiritual
"The Widow Nazaret never missed her occasional appointments with Florentino Ariza, not even during her busiest times, and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved, although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love, but without the problems of love."
Love
"But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day seemed so much like another that one could not feel them pass."
Time
"She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst. Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude."
Emotion
"He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians."
Humor
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