Chronicle of a Death Foretold Love Quotes

No one would even have suspected until she decided to tell me that Bayardo San Roman had been in her life forever from the moment he'd brought her back home. It was a coup de grace. "Suddenly, when Mama began to hit me, I began to remember him," she told me. The blows hurt less because she knew they were for him. She went on thinking about him with a certain surprise at herself while she was lying on the dining room couch sobbing. "I wasn't crying because of the blows or anything that had happened," she told me. "I was crying because of him." (4.29)

Mistress of her fate for the first time, Angela Vicario then discovered that hate and love are reciprocal passions. The more letters she sent the more the coals of her fever burned, but the happy rancor she felt for her mother also. (4.32)

Halfway through one August day, while she was embroidering with her friends, she heard someone coming to the door. She didn't have to look to see who it was. "He was fat and was beginning to lose his hair, and he already needed glasses to see things close by," she told me. "But it was him, God damn it, it was him!" She was frightened because she knew he was seeing her just as diminished as she saw him, and she didn't think he had as much love inside as she to bear up under it. (4.35)