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Lo que solo ocurre una vez es como si no ocurriera nunca. Si el hombre solo puede vivir una vida es como si no viviera en absoluto
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Certainty. Life's last and kindest gift.
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sleep
death-and-dying
death
czech-literature
20th-century-literature
gallows-humor
certainty
bliss
endings
cynicism
gifts
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He had entered Parmenides' magic field: he was enjoying the sweet lightness of being.
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And suddenly something unforgettable occurred: suddenly she felt a desire to go to him and hear his voice, his words. If he spoke to her in a soft, deep voice her soul would take courage and rise to the surface of her body, and she would burst our crying. She would put her arms around him the way she had put her arms around the chestnut tree's thick trunk in her dream.
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Todos necesitamos que alguien nos mire. Seria posible dividirnos en cuatro categorias, segun el tipo de mirada bajo la cual queremos vivir: La primera categoria anhela la mirada de una cantidad infinita de ojos anonimos, o dicho de otro modo, la mirada del publico. La segunda categoria la forman los que necesitan para vivir la mirada de muchos ojos conocidos. Estos son los incansables organizadores de cocteles y cenas. Luego esta la tercera..
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miradas
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tkhyl 'nk `sht fy `lm lys fyh mry, knt stHlm bwjhk, knt sttkhylh knw` mn ln`ks lkhrjy lm hw dkhlk.
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0cfa28b
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love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory
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hl blmkn dn@ mhw zy'l ? n Gywm lmGyb lbrtql@ tDfy `l~ kl shy 'lq lHnyn , Ht~ `l~ lmqSl@
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The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?
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Yes, they have. It was back when they still didn't know each other by name. In the great hall of a mountain lodge, with people drinking and chattering around them, they exchanged a few commonplaces, but the tone of their voices made it clear that they wanted each other, and they withdrew into an empty corridor where, wordlessly, they kissed. She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue into Jean Marc's mouth, eager to lick whatever she would..
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She began to teeter as she walked, fell almost daily, bumped into things or, at the very least, dropped objects. She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo. 'Pick me up,' is the message of a person who keeps falling.
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Just as someone in pain is linked by his groans to the present moment (and is entirely outside past and future), so someone bursting out in such ecstatic laughter is without memory and desire, for he is emitting his shout into the world's present moment and wishes to know only that.
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jmy`n, fy jz m mn 'nfsn, n`ysh wr lzmn. rbm 'nn l n`y `mrn l fy lHZt stthny'y@, w'nn m`Zm lwqt 'shkhS bl '`mr.
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Milan Kundera |
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Is not an event in fact more significant and noteworthy the greater the number of fortuities necessary to bring it about?
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5921cae
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tSwr khnyd ykh dst shm r qT` khrdh w bh pykhr shkhS dygry pywnd zdh bshnd w ykh rwz, khsy dr mqbl shm mynshynd w jlw rwy shm, yn dst r tkhn mydhd w b an bh shm shrh mykhnd. bdwn trdyd fkhr mykhnyd khh yn ykh mtrskh st w hrchnd khh b an bhtmmy ashn bshyd, hrchnd khh mTmy'n bshyd khh yn dst khwd shmst wly z ynkhh lmssh khnyd, hrs khwhyd dsht.
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Milan Kundera |
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7049e2e
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All of man's life among his kind is nothing other than a battle to seize the ear of others.
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He suddenly felt dismayed at how little he had seen of her the last two years; he had so few opportunities to press her hands in his to stop them from trembling.
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As I have pointed out before, characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about. But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself?
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writing
character
possibility
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Such are the Splendors and Miseries of memory: it is proud of its ability to keep truthful track of the logical sequence of past events; but when it comes to how we experienced them at the time, memory feels no obligation to truth.
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memory
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The pressure to make public retractions of past statements - there's something medieval about it. What does it mean, anyway, to 'retract' what you've said? How can anyone state categorically that a thought he once had is no longer valid? In modern times an idea can be refuted, yes, but not retracted.
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The novel was born with the Modern Era, which made man, to quote Heidegger, the "only real subject," the ground for everything. It is largely through the novel that man as an individual was established on the European scene. Away from the novel, in our real lives, we know very little about our parents as they were before our birth; we have only fragmentary knowledge of the people close to us: we see them come and go and scarcely have they v..
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individuality
the-novel
knowledge
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To ensure that the self doesn't shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flowers, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friends.
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Man passes through the present with his eyes blindfolded. He is permitted merely to sense and guess at what he is actually experiencing. Only later when the cloth is untied can he glance at the past and find out he has experienced and what meaning it has had.
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Lucie had been many things to me: a child, a source of comfort, a balm, an escape from myself; she was literaly everything for me but a woman.
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What we have not chosen we cannot consider either to our merit or our failure.
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merit
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En el mismo comienzo del Genesis esta escrito que Dios creo al hombre para confiarle el dominio sobre los pajaros, los peces y los animales. Claro que el Genesis fue escrito por un hombre y no por un caballo. No hay seguridad alguna de que Dios haya confiado efectivamente al hombre el dominio de otros seres. Mas bien parece que el hombre invento a Dios para convertir en sagrado el dominio sobre la vaca y el caballo, que habia usurpado.
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But all he could think of was what Sabina would have said about it. Everything he did, he did for Sabina, the way Sabina would have liked to see it done. It was a perfectly innocent form of infidelity and one eminently suited to Franz, who would never have done his bespectacled student-mistress any harm. He nourished the cult of Sabina more as a religion than as love
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No matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reign in the cemetery.
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Milan Kundera |
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What remains of the dying population of Cambodia? One large photograph of an American actress holding an Asian child in her arms. What remains of Tomas? An inscription reading: "He wanted the Kingdom of God on Earth." What remains of Beethoven? A frown, an improbable mane, and a somber voice intoning "Es muss sein!" What remains of Franz? An inscription reading: "A return after long wanderings." And so on and so forth. Before we are forgott..
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At a time when history made its way slowly, the few events were easily remembered and woven into a backdrop, known to everyone, before which private life unfolded the gripping show of its adventures. Nowadays, time moves forward at a rapid pace. Forgotten overnight, a historic event glistens the next day like the morning dew and thus is no longer the backdrop to a narrator's tale but rather an amazing adventure enacted against the backgroun..
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history
memory
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In the middle of the night, he woke up and realized to his surprise that he had been having one erotic dream after the other. The only one he could recall with any clarity was the last: an enormous naked woman, at least five times his size, floating on her back in a pool, her belly from crotch to navel covered with thick hair. Looking at her from the side of the pool, he was greatly excited. How could he have been excited when his body was ..
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sex
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fy lmstqbl ykmn mSdr lkhwf , wmn tHrr mn lmstqbl l ybq~ ldyh m ykhshh
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المستقبل
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We have no idea any more what it means to feel guilty. The communists have the excuse that Stalin misled them, murdurers have the excuse that their mothers didn't love them. And suddenly you come out and say: there is no excuse. No one could be more innocent in his soul and conscience than Oedipus, and yet he punished himself when he saw what he had done.
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punishement
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But I'm not dead!" Tereza cried. "I can still feel!" "So can we," the corpses laughed."
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Yes, it's crazy.Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.
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Everyone is wrong about the future. Man can only be certain about the present moment. But is that quite true either? Can he really know the present? Is he in a position to make any judgment about it? Certainly not. For how can a person with no knowledge of the future understand the meaning of the present? If we do not know what future the present is leading us toward, how can we say whether this present is good or bad, whether it deserves o..
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Blonde hair and black hair are the two poles of human nature. Black hair signifies virility, courage, frankness, activity, whereas blonde hair symbolises femininity, tenderness, weakness, and passivity. Therefore a blonde is in fact doubly a woman. A princess can only be blonde. That's also why, to be as feminine as possible, women dye their hair yellow- but never black" "I'm curious about how pigments exercise their influence over the huma..
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'tryn y klr ? 'nt~ tZnyn 'n lkdhb@ t`dl l'khr~, lknk mkhT'@. 'stTy` 'n 'khtlq '~ shy', w'n 'DHk `l~ dhqwn lns w'khd`hm, w'n 'qwm bkl 'nw` ltdlys mn dwn 'n 'sh`r b'n~ kdhb. fhdhh l'nw` mn lkdhb, n shy't~ 'n tsm~ hdh kdhban, h~ 'n, 'n `l~ Hqyqt~. fbhdhh l'nw` mn lkdhb l 'khf~ shyy'an, bl '`br `n lHqyq@. lkn hnk 'shy l 'stTy` lkdhb fyh. hnk 'shy khbrth jydan, '`rf m`nh w'Hbh, wh~ 'shy l 'tshl fyh. lkdhb fyh HTW mn qdr~, whw 'mr l 'Tyqh, fl tTl..
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She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo. "Pick me up", is the message of a person who keeps falling."
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During the twenty years of Odesseus' absence, the people of Ithaca retained many recollections of him but never felt nostalgia for him. Whereas Odysseus did suffer nostalgia, and remembered almost nothing. ..... For four long books of the Odyssey he had retraced in detail his adventures before the dazzled Phaeacians. But in Ithaca he was not a stranger, he was one of their own, so it never occurred to anyone to say, 'Tell us!
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To where," added Leroy, "resides the answer to your question: why are we living? what is essential in life?" He looked hard at the lady. "The essential, in life, is to perpetuate life: it is childbirth, and what precedes it, coitus, and what precedes coitus, seduction, that is to say kisses, hair floating in the wind, silk underwear, well-cut brassieres, and everything else that makes people ready for coitus, for instance good chow - not fi..
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To be mortal is the most basic human experience and yet man has never been able to accept it, grasp it, and behave accordingly. Man doesn't know how to be mortal. And when he dies, he doesn't even know how to be dead.
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Si cada uno de los instantes de nuestra vida se va a repetir infinitas veces, estamos clavados a la eternidad como Jesucristo a la cruz. La imagen es terrible. En el mundo del eterno retorno descansa sobre cada gesto el peso de una insoportable responsabilidad. Ese es el motivo por el cual Nietzsche llamo a la idea del eterno retorno la carga mas pesada. Pero si el eterno retorno es la carga mas pesada, entonces nuestras vidas pueden aparec..
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knt fkr@ 'nh `jz `n f`l sh~ tGrqh f~ Hl@ mn ldhhwl wthd~ mn rw`h f~ an wHd.
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