Si vas a volverte loco, vuelve te solo - Gabriel García Márquez

Ella interponía siempre una barrera de rabia para que no se le notara el miedo. Y en ese caso, el más terrible de todos, que era el miedo de quedarse sin él.

He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.