"One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel García Márquez

It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

There is always something left to love.

Not all those who wander are lost.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for.

They say nothing lasts forever but they're just scared it will last longer than they can love it.

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Now that I knew fear, I also knew it was not permanent. As powerful as it was, its grip on me would loosen. It would pass.

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

When I discover who I am, I'll be free.

What's the point of having a voice if you're gonna be silent in those moments you shouldn't be?

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!

That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.