as far as the eye can read...
when i read a book i always have a pad of paper near by because whenever i come across something interesting or worthwhile, especially when the book isn't my own copy, i write it down.
now, i recently finished reading the book One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and i must say it was a pretty good read. i found some interesting things which i wrote down.
"..the search for the lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them."
"living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words..."
"It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment."
"...the oldest sobs in the history of man are those of love."
"Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end."
"...he began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering it as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he was looking into a speaking mirror. Then he skipped again to anticipate the predictions and ascertain the date and circumstances of his death. Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments...."
now, i recently finished reading the book One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and i must say it was a pretty good read. i found some interesting things which i wrote down.
"..the search for the lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them."
"living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words..."
"It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment."
"...the oldest sobs in the history of man are those of love."
"Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end."
"...he began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering it as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he was looking into a speaking mirror. Then he skipped again to anticipate the predictions and ascertain the date and circumstances of his death. Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments...."
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