Life...was nothing more than a system of atavistic contracts, banal ceremonies, preordained words, with which people entertained each other...The dominant sign in that paradise of provincial frivolity was the fear of the unknown

“Cuando despierte - dijo- , recuérdame que me voy a casar con ella !”

“I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.”

“Florentino Ariza was left with the nagging suspicion that this was not her last…”

“Lei aveva scoperto a poco a poco l'incertezza dei passi del marito, i turbament…”