One Hundred Years of Solitude
How we cite our quotes:
Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, [the bookstore owner] lost his marvelous sense of unreality and ended up recommending to [Aureliano (II) and his group of friends] 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. (20.6)
There's an argument to be made that this is actually one of the ways to read this book: that all love is necessarily fleeting and that, because of the way memory works, all history ends up being false and flawed. Can you find any counterexamples?