Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him. - Gabriel García Márquez

[T]hink of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.

Fernanda, on the other hand, looked for it in vain along the paths of her everyday itinerary without knowing that the search for lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them.