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736a869 all [the authorities] did was to guard the distant and invisible interests of distant and invisible masters Franz Kafka
25f4014 Next time I come here," he said to himself, "I must either bring sweets with me to make them like me or a stick to hit them with." Franz Kafka
d21f601 He is afraid the shame will outlive him. Franz Kafka
81913bb Once again I have told you so little, and have asked no questions, and once again I must close. But not a single answer and, even more certainly, not a single question shall be lost. There exists some kind of sorcery by which two people, without seeing each other, without talking to each other, can at least discover the greater part about each other's past, literally in a flash, without having to tell each other all and everything; but this.. Franz Kafka
b7a2655 The crows assert that a single crow could destroy the heavens. This is certainly true, but it proves nothing against the heavens, because heaven means precisely: the impossibility of crows. Franz Kafka
03a94d8 Kafka] transformed the profoundly antipoetic material of a highly bureaucratized society into the great poetry of the novel; he transformed a very ordinary story of a man who cannot obtain a promised job . . . into myth, into epic, into a kind of beauty never before seen. Milan Kundera
a57ce4c In the political jargon of those days, the word "intellectual" was an insult. It indicated someone who did not understand life and was cut off from the people. All the Communists who were hanged at the time by other Communists were awarded such abuse. Unlike those who had their feet solidly on the ground, they were said to float in the air. So it was fair, in a way, that as punishment the ground was permanently pulled out from under their f.. gallows-humour hanged insult intellectual Milan Kundera
7900147 Because beyond their practical function, all gestures have a meaning that exceeds the intention of those who make them; when people in bathing suits fling themselves into the water, it is joy itself that shows in the gesture, notwithstanding any sadness the divers may actually feel. When someone jumps into the water fully clothed, it is another thing entirely: the only person who jumps into the water fully clothed is a person trying to drow.. life philosophical Milan Kundera
6895e9b She fixed him with a long careful, searching stare that was not devoid of irony's intelligent sparkle Milan Kundera
81925eb tkhtfy ldhkryt dh lm tustHDr mr@ w'khr~ fy 'Hdyth l'Sdq. Milan Kundera
efc8eac I have to lie, if I don't want to take madmen seriously and become a madman myself Milan Kundera
1cb9cb1 He was repelled by the pettiness that reduced life to mere existence and that turned men into half-men. He wanted to lay his life on a balance, the other side of which was weighted with death. He wanted to make his every action, every day, yes, every hour and minute worthy of being measured against the ultimate, which is death. Milan Kundera
075ddff mndh dhlk lHyn wklhm yGtbT msbqan blnwm swy@. w'myl tqryban llqwl b'n lhdf mn ljm` blnsb@ lhm lm ykn lnshw@ bl ln`s ldhy y`qbh. why, khS@, lm tkn tstTy` 'n tnm mn dwnh. lw Sdf wbqyt wHyd@ fy shqth lSGyr@ (lty lm t`d l mjrd khd`@) knt Gyr qdr@ `l~ GmD jfn Tyl@ llyl. 'm byn dhr`yh fknt tGfw dy'man mhm tkn drj@ DTrbh. kn yrwy mn 'jlh bSwt khft qSSan ybtd`h 'w trWhtin wklmt mDHk@ y`ydh blhj@ rtyb@. knt hdhh lklmt ttHwl fy mkhyWlth l~ rw'~ mshwW.. friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche love milan-kundera neitzsche novel philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology اجتماع جنس حب علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته ميلان-كونديرا نيتشه ميلان كونديرا
661ba93 He remained annoyed with himself until he realized that not knowing what he wanted was actually quite natural. We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can never compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. Milan Kundera
f44381b If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all. Milan Kundera
6d005c0 klm kn lzmn ldhy nkhlfh wrn 'kbr klm 'SbH lSwt ldhy yHthWn `l~ l`wd@ l yuqwm , ybdw hdh lHkm mbdan `man, lknh mzyf. flky'n lbshry yshykh wlnhy@ tqtrb, ftSbH kl lHZ@ thmyn@ wl y`wd hnk wqt yuDyW` `l~ ldhkryt. yjb fhm ltnqD lryDy lZhry llHnyn : yZhr hdh bqw@ fy mrHl@ lshbb l'wl~, Hyn ykwn Hjm lHy@ lmDy@ zhydan. Milan Kundera
d18f024 The novel is a meditation on existence as seen through the medium of imaginary characters. Milan Kundera
6d3da80 A person is nothing but his image. Philosophers can tell us that it doesn't matter what the world thinks of us, that nothing matters but what we really are. But philosophers don't understand anything. As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinkingabout how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But doesthere exist .. Milan Kundera
dbfb6e7 From the top of the staircase she sees the London train, modern and elegant, and she tells herself again: Whether it's good luck or bad to be born onto this earth, the best way to spend a life here is to let yourself be carried along, as I am moving at this moment, by a cheerful, noisy crowd moving forward. Milan Kundera
6795d72 I've developed contours for his elbows and knees and bum, and nobody else quite fits into me in quite the same way Nick Hornby
0624918 What you don't catch a glimpse of on your wedding day- because how could you?- is that some days you will hate your spouse, that you will look at him and regret ever exhchanging a word with him, let alone a ring and bodily fluids. Nick Hornby
a1f9214 She was trying to say something else; she was trying to say that the inability to articulate what one feels in any satisfactory way is one of our enduring tragedies. It wouldn't have been much, and it wouldn't have been useful, but it would have been something that reflected the gravity and the sadness inside her. Instead, she had snapped at him for being a loser. It was as if she were trying to find a handhold on the boulder of her feeling.. Nick Hornby
13b6f46 So this is supposed to be about the how, and when, and why, and what of reading -- about the way that, when reading is going well, one book leads to another and to another, a paper trail of theme and meaning; and how, when it's going badly, when books don't stick or take, when your mood and the mood of the book are fighting like cats, you'd rather do anything but attempt the next paragraph, or reread the last one for the tenth time. Nick Hornby
973e763 This is the second Simply Red song on this tape. One's unforgivable. Two's a war crime. Can I fast-forward? Nick Hornby
cc22386 You're seeing someone else, aren't you?" Seeing someone else? How on earth could that explain any of this? Why would seeing someone else necessitate bringing home a middle-aged woman, a teenaged punk and an American with a leather jacket and a Rod Stewart haircut? What would the story have been? But then, after reflection, I realised that Penny had probably been here before, and therefore knew that infidelity can usually provide the answer.. humor live Nick Hornby
14a28d1 We can't go on apologizing all our lives, you know. Nick Hornby
3e70379 You run the risk of losing anyone who is worth spending time with, unless you are so paranoid about loss that you choose someone unlosable, somebody who could not possibly appeal to anybody else at all. Nick Hornby
5814a70 It was hopeless, life, really. It was set up all wrong. Nick Hornby
3ee74cc He had never once felt itchy, in the way that two connecting pieces of a jigsaw never felt itchy, as far as one could tell. If one were to imagine, for the sake of argument, that jigsaw pieces had thoughts and feelings, then it was possible to imagine them saying to themselves, 'I'm going to stay here. Where else would I go?' And if another jigsaw piece came along, offering its tabs and blanks enticingly in an attempt to lure one of the pie.. Nick Hornby
fb7f96d I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist. realism Haruki Murakami
01f08cf the road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work. Tad Williams
2e90885 Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sw.. Margaret George
5e15827 She has given birth to vagabonds. She is the keeper of all these names and numbers now, numbers she once knew by heart, numbers and addresses her children no longer remember. Jhumpa Lahiri
d9d6a3b There in the dim light, staring at the shadow on the wall, I poured out the story of my life. (...) How nothing touched me. And I touched nothing. How I'd lost track of what mattered. How I worked like a fool for things that didn't. How it didn't make a difference either way. Haruki Murakami
9cb01bc Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn't have known. Haruki Murakami
195fbe0 It feels like ancient history," said Naoko. But anyhow, sorry about last night. I don't know, I was a bundle of nerves. I really shouldn't have done that after you came here all the way from Tokyo." "Never mind," I said. "Both of us have a lot of feelings we need to get out in the open. So if you want to take those feelings and smash somebody with them, smash me. Then we can understand each other better." "So if you understand me better, wh.. Haruki Murakami
98b099e At any rate, that's how I started running. Thirty three--that's how old I was then. Still young enough, though no longer a young man. The age that Jesus Christ died. The age that Scott Fitzgerald started to go downhill. That age may be a kind of crossroads in life. That was the age when I began my life as a runner, and it was my belated, but real, starting point as a novelist. Haruki Murakami
e77c73a I don't think we should judge the value of our lives by how efficient they are. Haruki Murakami
625785f ldyWa qdr@ `l~ lSbr `l~ lakhryn 'kthr mn lSbr `l~ nfsy, w'uHsn stkhrj l'fDl ld~ lakhryn min l'fDl ldyWa 'n nfsy. hkdh 'n. 'n ljnb lmkhrbsh mn `lb@ lthqb. lkn hdh jyd blnsb@ ly, wl 'mn` `l~ lTlq. 'n tkwn `lb@ thqb mn ldrj@ l'wl~ 'fDl mn 'n tkwn `wd thqb mn ldrj@ lthny@. Haruki Murakami
4e1eb71 She didn't answer. Instead, she smiled sweetly. It was a smile so radiant that the air seemed to thin around it. Haruki Murakami
6b966f1 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." love murakami need sputnik-sweetheart Haruki Murakami
b546d7f It wasn't like there was some obvious change. Actually, the problem was more a lack of change. Nothing about her had changed - the way she spoke, her clothes, the topics she chose to talk about, her opinions - they were all the same as before. Their relationship was like a pendulum gradually grinding to a halt, and he felt out of synch. love monotony relationship Haruki Murakami
87c475f SO THAT'S MY LIFE--or my life before I stopped sleeping--each day pretty much a repetition of the one before. I used to keep a diary, but if I forgot for two or three days, I'd lose track of what had happened on which day. Yesterday could have been the day before yesterday, or vice versa. I'd sometimes wonder what kind of life this was. Which is not to say that I found it empty. I was--very simply--amazed. At the lack of demarcation between.. Haruki Murakami
9947755 There's a special feeling you get on a veranda that you just can't get anywhere else. Haruki Murakami