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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 43a9f0a | Because I'm happy that you exist at all, Elisabeth. Perhaps I love you. Perhaps I love you very much. But probably just for this reason it would be better if we remain as we are. I think a man and a woman love each other all the more when they don't live together and when they know about each other only that they exist, and when they are grateful to each other for the fact that they exist and that they know they exist. And that alone is eno.. | laughable-loves love | Milan Kundera | |
| f95c950 | Only the basic situations in life occur only once, never to return. For a man to be a man, he must be fully aware of this never-to-return. (p.148) | Milan Kundera | ||
| ad59ad8 | It was drizzling. As people rushed along, they began opening umbrellas over their heads, and all at once the streets were crowded, too. Arched umbrella roofs collided with one another. The men were courteous, and when passing Tereza they held their umbrellas high over their heads and gave her room to go by. But the women would not yield; each looked straight ahead, waiting for the other woman to acknowledge her inferiority and step aside. T.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 036b6d2 | tkhyl 'nk `sht fy `lm lys fyh mry. knt stHlm bwjhk, knt sttkhylh knw` mn ln`ks lkhrjy lm hw dkhlk. b`d dhlk, frD 'nhm wD`w 'mmk mra@ w'nt fy l'rb`yn mn `mrk. tkhyl jz`k. knt str~ wjhan Gryban tmman. wknt stfhm bSwr@ jly@ m trfD lqrr bh: wjhk lys 'nta | Milan Kundera | ||
| d1bd1e7 | For the body is temporal and thought is eternal and the shimmering essence of flame is an image of thought. | Milan Kundera | ||
| ce8eea4 | What? We feel aesthetic pleasure at a sonata by Beethoven and not at one with the same style and charm if it comes from one of our own contemporaries? Isn't that the height of hypocrisy? So then the sensation of beauty is not spontaneous, spurred by our sensibility, but instead is cerebral, conditioned by our knowing a date? No way around it: historical consciousness is so thoroughly inherent in our perception of art that this anachronism (.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 0c6d2dc | So she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game. | relationships sex | Milan Kundera | |
| 76c65ee | in our time art is encrusted with a noisy, opaque, logorrhea of theory that prevents a work from coming into direct, media free, non-interpreted contact with its viewer (its reader, its listener) | Milan Kundera | ||
| 421f938 | m hrgz nmy twnym b qT`yt bgwyym khh rwbT m b dygrn t chh Hdy z Hsst m, z `shq m, z fqdn `shq m, z lTf w mhrbny m, w y z khynh w nfrt m, srchshmh my gyrd w t chh Hd z qdrt w D`f dr myn frd tthyr my pdhyrd. brhsty myln khwndr | milan Kundera | ||
| 2153f3c | What is flirtation? One might say that it is behavior leading another to believe that sexual intimacy is possible, while preventing that possibility from becoming a certainty. In other words, flirting is a promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee. | Milan Kundera | ||
| a4c2193 | In this country people don't respect the morning. An alarm clock violently wakes them up, shatters their sleep like the blow of an ax, and they immediately surrender themselves to deadly haste. Can you tell me what kind of day can follow a beginning of such violence? What happens to people whose alarm clock daily gives them a small electric shock? Each day they become more used to violence and less used to pleasure. Believe me, it is the mo.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 95560a5 | If we cannot accept the importance of the world, which considers itself important, if in the midst of that world our laughter finds no echo, we have but one choice: to take the world as a whole and make it the object of our game; to turn it into a toy | Milan Kundera | ||
| 4eb5c4f | I'm never going to complain about receiving free early copies of books, because clearly there's nothing to complain about, but it does introduce a rogue element into one's otherwise carefully plotted reading schedule. ... Being a reader is sort of like being president, except reading involves fewer state dinners, usually. You have this agenda you want to get through, but you get distracted by life events, e.g., books arriving in the mail/Wo.. | freebies planning president reading reading-lists | Nick Hornby | |
| b3c5578 | Knowing that you want to die makes you less scared. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 8f39c63 | You spend Christmas at somebody's house, you worry about their operations, you give them hugs and kisses and flowers, you see them in their dressing gown...and then bang, that's it. Gone forever. And sooner or later there will be another mum, another Christmas, more varicose veins. They're all the same. Only the addresses, and the colors of the dressing gown, change. | Nick Hornby | ||
| b8fd2b2 | when she removed my hand from her chest for the one hundred thousandth time. Attack and defense, invasion and repulsion... it was as if breasts were little pieces of property that had been unlawfully annexed by the opposite sex - they were rightfully ours and we wanted them back. | teenagers | Nick Hornby | |
| e0c38ed | I had wanted to kill myself, not because I hated living, but because I loved it. And the truth of the matter is, I think that a lot of people who think about killing themselves feel the same way. They love live but it's all fucked up for them We were up on that roof because we couldn't find a way back into life, and being shut out of it like that...It just fucking destroys you, man. | Nick Hornby | ||
| cc83f7d | I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 2c738e7 | I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I'm certainly not the dumbest. I mean, I've read books like "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" and "Love in the Time of Cholera", and I think I've understood them. They're about girls, right? Just kidding. But I have to say my all-time favorite book is Johnny Cash's autobiography "Cash" by Johnny Cash." | Nick Hornby | ||
| 92f6d36 | Consider, if you will, the morning boner. What a metaphor of hope and renewal! How can anyone give way to despair when one's groin greets each day with such a gala spectacle of physical optimism? | humor optimism sex teens | C.D. Payne | |
| a7bf5e7 | Person A understand Person B because the time is right for that to happen, not because Person B wants to be understood by Person A. | understanding-others | Haruki Murakami | |
| e16bf6e | If you look at things from a distance, most anything looks beautiful. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 89fb9f1 | Tangaloor, fire-bright Flame-foot, farthest walker Your hunter speaks In need he walks In need, but never in fear. | prayer | Tad Williams | |
| f80399f | You show me what someone listens to, I'll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.) | music nickelback soul | Tad Williams | |
| 2f18c6a | I have never treasured any woman the way I treasure you now, this moment. You are all I think of, all I want. | Carolly Erickson | ||
| b1874f8 | Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep peace we pretend to forget, but we never do. Strange that a spoken word can have such lasting power when words carved on stone monuments vanish in spite of all our efforts to preserve them. What we would lose persists, lodged in our minds, and what we would keep is lost to water, moths, moss. | Margaret George | ||
| 63810b1 | I have never had much need for companionship, unless it was the companionship of someone I could call a friend. Certainly I have seldom wished the conversation of strangers or the sight of strange faces. I believe rather that when I was alone I felt I had in some fashion lost my individuality; to the thrush and the rabbit I had been not Severian, but Man. The many people who like to be utterly alone, and particularly to be utterly alone in .. | Gene Wolfe | ||
| d041d74 | learning was an act of rediscovery, knowledge a form of remembering. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| cf2e512 | It was only then, raising my water glass in his name, that I knew what it meant to miss someone who was so many miles and hours away, just as he had missed his wife and daughters for so many months. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 67b5af5 | I rarely suffer lengthy emotional distress from contact with other people. A person may anger or annoy me, but not for long. I can distinguish between myself and another as beings of two different realms. It's a kind of talent (by which I do not mean to boast: it's not an easy thing to do, so if you can do it, it is a kind of a talent - a special power). When someone gets on my nerves, the first thing I do is transfer the object of my unple.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d6dfa61 | What do I like about math? , When I've got figures in front of me, it relaxes me. Kind of like, everything fits where it belongs. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| dd5a04f | There're many things we don't really know. It's an illusion that we know anything at all. If a group of aliens were to stop me and ask, "Say, bud, how many miles an hour does the earth spin at the equator?" I'd be in a fix. Hell, I don't even know why Wednesday follows Tuesday. I'd be an intergalactic joke" | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a9efeb0 | I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind. | reality | Haruki Murakami | |
| 56b9702 | I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| c7ce7e8 | I really wanted to see you," I said. "And I really wanted to see you, too," she said. "When I couldn't see you any more, I realized that. It was as clear as if the planets all of a sudden lined up in a row for me. I really need you. You're a part of me; I'm a part of you. You know, somewhere--I'm not at all sure where--I think I cut something's throat. Sharpening my knife, my heart a stone." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 4c7d44e | It's all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It's just as Yeats said: In dreams begin responsibility. Turn this on its head and you could say that where there's no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise. Just as we see with Eichmann. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1cca9a7 | Dias despues le vinieron a la mente las palabras que debio haber dicho. Por algun motivo, las palabras adecuadas siempre llegan demasiado tarde. | palabras tarde | Haruki Murakami | |
| dccb62a | I saw that she was crying. Before I knew it, I was kissing her. Others on the platform were staring at us, but I didn't care about such things anymore. We were alive, she and I. And all we had to think about was continuing to live. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a2864e2 | I stare at this ceaseless, rushing crowd and imagine a time a hundred years from now. In a hundred years everybody here-me included-will have disappeared from the face of the earth and turned into ashes or dust. A weird thought, but everything in front of me starts to seem unreal, like a gust of wind could blow it all away. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 98744e3 | One listless day followed another, with nothing to distinguish one from the next. You could have changed the order and no one would have noticed. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f8ccb8d | It's a waste of time to think about things you can't know, | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1528ba9 | The more honest I try to be, the more the right words recede into the distance. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2ddf29d | You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a9ff00c | It's unfair." As a rule, life is unfair," I said. Yeah, but I think I did say some awful things." To Dick?" Yeah." I pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road and turned off the ignition. "That's just stupid, that kind of thinking," I said, nailing her with my eyes. "Instead of regretting what you did, you could have treated him decently from the beginning. You could've tried to be fair. But you didn't. You don't even have the right t.. | regret unfairness | Haruki Murakami |