This soup tastes like windows - Gabriel García Márquez

but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

Although some men who were easy with their words said that it was worth sacrificing one’s life for a night of love with such an arousing woman, the truth was that no one made any effort to do so. Perhaps, not only to attain her but also to conjure away her dangers, all that was needed was a feeling as primitive and as simple as that of love, but that was the only thing that did not occur to anyone.