gabriel-garcía-márquez

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst_ Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. 'It is true', he replied, 'but you would do well not to believe it.