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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 908e80d | fhl ywjd y mylyn, thm@ mkn fy hdhh ldny ys`h 'n yTyq m`y Sbran | Franz Kafka | ||
| 2ad51f4 | w l shk n by'n lwlyn `ndm khT'w , lm ykwnw qd twhmw `ly lGlb dny whm bn khTy'hm dhk kn khT' l nhyh lh . flqd kn m yzl fy ws`hm n yrw blf`l mftrq lTrq . w lqd kn shl Zn ytrj`w mty shw'w dhlk . f'dh knw trddw fy ltrj` . flqd kn dhlk fqT l'nhm rGbw fy n ytmt`w bHyh lklb lftrh qSyrh khry .n Hythm lm tkn b`d qd SbHt Hyh lklb lHqyqyh . l nh bdt fy `ynhm wqth Hyh jmylh jmylh sHrh lSwrh fmdh ymknh n tkwn Gyr dhlk nhm lm ydrkw m ldhy ys`n n nZnh ln.. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 9d3ae8d | I passed by the brothel as though past the house of a beloved. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 917bbf7 | Thin, without fever, not cold, not warm, with empty eyes, without a shirt, the young man under the stuffed quilt heaves himself up, hangs around my throat and whispers in my ear, "Doctor, let me die." | Franz Kafka | ||
| a0164e9 | If he stayed at home and carried on with his normal life he would be a thousand times superior to these people and could get any of them out of his way just with a kick. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 47b34cb | It seemed to K. as if at last those people had broken off all relations with him, and as if now in reality he were freer than he had ever been, and at liberty to wait here in this place usually forbidden to him as long as he desired, and had won a freedom such as hardly anybody else had ever succeeded in winning, and as if nobody could dare touch him or drive him away, or even speak to him, but -- this conviction was at least equally as str.. | Franz Kafka | ||
| f246178 | It was half past six and the hands were quietly moving forwards. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 5e64ac4 | Life is astonishingly short. As I look back over it, life seems so foreshortened to me that I can hardly understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that, quite apart from accidents, even the span of a normal life that passes happily may be totally insufficient for such a ride. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 8a212b8 | But perhaps the enthusiastic sensibility of young women of her age also played a role. This feeling sought release at every opportunity, and with it Grete now felt tempted to want to make Gregor's situation even more terrifying, so that then she would be able to do even more for him than now. | young-women | Franz Kafka | |
| dcd81aa | I am so miserable, there are so many questions, I can see no way out and am so wretched and feeble that I could lie forever on the sofa and keep opening and closing my eyes without knowing the difference. | wretched forever questions miserable | Franz Kafka | |
| c854050 | A man might find for a moment that he was unable to work, but that's exactly the right time to remember his past accomplishments and to consider that later on, when the obstacles has been removed, he's bound to work all the harder and more efficiently. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 28443f0 | I was heading for the city in the south, of which they used to say in our village: 'There are people for you! Just think--they never go to sleep!' 'And why don't they?' 'Because they're fools.' 'Don't fools get tired, then?' 'How could fools get tired? | Franz Kafka | ||
| ec4fb1f | Because misogynists are the best of men." All the poets reacted to these words with hooting. Boccaccio was forced to raise his voice: "Please understand me. Misogynists don't despise women. Misogynists don't like femininity. Men have always been divided into two categories. Worshipers of women, otherwise known as poets, and misogynists, or, more accurately, gynophobes. Worshipers or poets revere traditional feminine values such as feelings,.. | women misogynist | Milan Kundera | |
| daa5c00 | To put it another way, every love relationship is based upon unwritten conventions rashly agreed upon by the lovers during the first weeks of their love. On the one hand, they are living a sort of dream; on the other, without realizing it, they are drawing up the fine print of their contracts like the most hard-nosed of lawyers. O lovers! Be wary during those perilous first days! If you serve the other party breakfast in bed, you will be ob.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 4630cfb | V tozi sviat vsichko e predvaritelno prosteno, sledovatelno - tsinichno pozvoleno. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 71dbc14 | Abroad, she discovered that the transformation of music into noise was a planetary process by which mankind was entering the historical phase of total ugliness. The total ugliness to come had made itself felt first as omnipresent acoustical ugliness: cars, motorcycles, electric guitars, drills, loudspeakers, sirens. The omnipresence of visual ugliness would soon follow. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 1e5f837 | beauty is a world betrayed. The only way we can encounter it is if its persecutors have overlooked it somewere. Beauty hides behind the scenes of the May Day parade. If we want to find it, we must demolish the scenery. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 8898c64 | By revealing to Tomas her dream about jabbing needles under her fingernails, Tereza unwittingly revealed that she had gone through his desk. If Tereza had been any other woman, Tomas would never have spoken to her again. Aware of that, Tereza said to him, Throw me out! But instead of throwing her out, he seized her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers, because at that moment he himself felt the pain under her fingernails as surely as if .. | empathy love | Milan Kundera | |
| 3d1587b | The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice. But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science, instantly fades away. | love body soul | Milan Kundera | |
| b0bc22f | Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal return states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or sublime, its horror, sublimity, and beauty mean nothing. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 5812825 | Early in the novel that Tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit Tomas, Anna meets Vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. At the end of the novel, Anna throws herself under a train. This symmetrical composition - the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end - may seem quite "novelistic" to you, and I am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refr.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 95fdef2 | This symmetrical composition--the same motif at the beginning and at the end--may seem quite "novelistic" to you, and I am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as "fictive," "fabricated," and "untrue to life" into the word "novelistic." Because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion." | Milan Kundera | ||
| fab61cd | br hrchh sngyntr bshd, zndgy m bh zmyn nzdykhtr, wq`ytr w Hqyqytr st. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 5f96054 | to love someone out of compassion means not really to love | Milan Kundera | ||
| 8dc08ec | People meet in the course of life, they talk together, they discuss, they quarrel, without realizing that they're talking to one another across a distance, each from an observation post standing in a different place in time. | life perspective | Milan Kundera | |
| d4391a8 | But if we betray B., for whom we betrayed A., it does not necessarily follow that we have placated A. The life of a divorcee-painter did not in the least resemble the life of the parents she had betrayed. The first betrayal is irreparable. It calls forth a chain reaction of further betrayals, each of which takes us farther and farther away from the point of our original betrayal. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 43e34d9 |
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sex psychological political religion love philosophy جنس friedrich-nietzche milan-kundera neitzsche اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته ميلان-كونديرا نيتشه علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة religion-and-philoshophy حب philosophy-of-life friedrich-nietzsche sociology novel psychology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| f1c676e | Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is death. At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 31bfe15 | The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and foul and all creatures. Of course, Genesis was written by a man, not a horse. There is no certainty that God actually did grant man dominion over other creatures. What seems more likely, in fact, is that man invented God to sanctify the dominion that he had usurped for himself over the cow and the horse. Yes, the right to kill a deer or a.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 8bcd494 | he took a look at the blond girl's eyes and knew that he must not take part in the rigged game in which the ephemeral passes for the eternal and the small for the big, that he must not take part in the rigged game called love. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 2c4afe7 | Shit is a more onerous theological problem than is evil. | Milan Kundera | ||
| caea4b4 | There are things that can be accomplished only by violence. Physical love is unthinkable without violence. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 2da617a | The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and all creatures. Of course, Genesis was written by a man, not a horse. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 69e5cc1 | If he invited her to come, then come she would, and offer him up her life. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 379a540 | The churches failed to realize that the working-class movement was the movement of the humiliated and oppressed supplicating for justice. They did not choose to work with and for them to create the kingdom of God on earth. By siding with the oppressors, they deprived the working-class movement of God. And now they reproach it for being godless. The Pharisees! | Milan Kundera | ||
| feceecf | The beauty of New York rests on a completely different base. It's unintentional. It arose independent of human design, like a stalagmitic cavern. Forms which are in themselves quite ugly turn up fortuitously, without design, in such incredible surroundings that they sparkle with a sudden wondrous poetry. ... Unintentional beauty. Yes. Another way of putting it might be 'beauty by mistake. | Milan Kundera | ||
| bec1c72 | Is not parody the eternal lot of man? | Milan Kundera | ||
| 770a637 | Most people willingly deceive themselves with a doubly false faith; they believe in eternal memory (of men, things, deeds, peoples) and in rectification (of deeds, errors, sins, injustice). Both are sham. The truth lies at the opposite end of the scale: everything will be forgotten and nothing will be rectified. All rectification (both vengeance and forgiveness) will be taken over by oblivion. | life | Milan Kundera | |
| e011253 | By giving the love act a name, if only an innocent little word like, "it," he paved the way for other words, words that would reflect physical love as in a set of mirrors." | Milan Kundera | ||
| 8480f51 | Ich bin nicht Stiller! | Max Frisch | ||
| 1b939ec | It depends on which reality you take and which reality I take." (p. 318)." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 67aa23e | Laura says - Everybody's faith needs testing from time to time, I thought it would be amusing to introduce you to someone with a Tina Turner album, and see whether you still felt the same. Rob reflects - ...tonight, I have to confess (but only to myself) that maybe, given the right set of peculiar, freakish, probably unrepeatable circumstances, it's not what you like but what you're like that's important. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 7412ae5 | The trouble with my generation is that we all think we're fucking geniuses. Making something isn't good enough for us, and neither is selling something, or teaching something, or even just doing something; we have to be something. It's our inalienable right, as citizens of the twenty-first century. If Christina Aguilera or Britney or some American Idol jerk can be something, then why can't I? Where's mine, huh? | Nick Hornby | ||
| 80ed9b5 | We're here for such a short amount of time. Why do we spend any of it building sandcastles? | Nick Hornby |