In the end they knew each other so well that by the time they had been married for 30 years they were like a single divided being, and they felt uncomfortable at the frequency with which they guess each other's thoughts without intending to, or the ridiculous accident of one of them anticipating in public what the other was going to say. Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was the time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other mortal trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.
- Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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