Garcia Marquez

"What did you expect?" he murmered. "Time passes."

"That's how it goes," Ursula said, "but not so much."

When she said it she realized that she was giving the same reply that Colonel Aureliano Buendia had given in his death cell, and one again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle. (Gabriel Garcia Marquez, "100 Years of Solitude", p. 361)

Sue Monk Kidd

The whole time we worked, I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love. I myself, for instance. It seemed like I was now thinking of Zach forty minutes out of every hour, Zach, who was an impossibility. That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love. (Sue Monk Kidd, "The Secret Life of Bees," 133)