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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8ba2502 | isn't beer the holy libation of sincerity? the potion that dispels all hypocrisy, any charade of fine manners? the drink that does nothing worse than incite its fans to urinate in all innocence, to gain weight in all frankness? | sincerity | Milan Kundera | |
| cbf6c22 | A young woman forced to keep drunks supplied with beer and siblings with clean underwear -instead of being allowed to pursue "something higher"- stores up great reserves of vitality, a vitality never dreamed of by university students yawning over their books." | vitality | Milan Kundera | |
| 5ceaff9 | Since then, whenever I make new acquaintances, men or women with the potential of becoming friends or lovers, I project them back into that time, that hall, and ask myself whether they would have raised their hands; no one has ever passed the test: every one of them has raised his hand in the same way my former friends and colleagues (willingly or not, out of conviction or fear) raised theirs. You must admit: it's hard to live with people w.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 4fdac07 | When a person is clubbed violently on the head, he collapses and stops breathing. Some day, he will stop breathing anyway. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6882db5 | God) being the old man invented in order to, and with whom to, hold long conversations. | Milan Kundera | ||
| b2f1c27 | perhaps all the questions we ask for love, to measure, test, prob, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved. that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company | Milan Kundera | ||
| e1e961d | Epic art is founded on action, and the model of a society in which action could play out in greatest freedom was that of the heroic Greek period; so said Hegel, and he demonstrated it with The Iliad: even though Agamemnon was the prime king, other kings and princes chose freely to join him and, like Achilles, they were free to withdraw from the battle. Similarly the people joined with their princes of their own free will; there was no law t.. | ancient bureaucracy classical doing greece hegel homer iliad statism | Milan Kundera | |
| 2fa20f9 | And I loved her so much I couldn't conceive of ever parting from her; true, we never talked about marriage, but at least was asbolutely serious about marrying her one day | Milan Kundera | ||
| 4376689 | twm b khwd mygft khh ay mydnstnd y nmydnstnd, msy'lh ssy nyst, blkhh byd prsyd: gr bykhbr bshym, bygnh hstym? ay adm blhy khh br rykhh qdrt tkhyh zdh st, tnh bh `dhr jhlt, z hrgwnh msy'wlyty mbrst? | Milan Kundera | ||
| 85521f2 | The only thing that makes me somewhat sceptical regarding human procreation is the unintelligent selection of parents. Some of the most unattractive individuals in the world feel they must multiply at all costs. They are apparently under the illusion that the burden of ugliness becomes lighter if it is shared with descendants. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 3e0e0dc | in private, a person says all sorts of things, slurs friends, uses coarse language, acts silly, tells dirty jokes, repeats himself, makes a companion laugh by shocking him with outrageous talk, floats heretical ideas he'd never admit in public, and so forth. Of course, we all act like Prochazka, in private we bad-mouth our friends and use coarse language; that we act different in private than in public is everyone's most conspicuous experie.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 54c47ae | When I described Madame de T's night, I recalled the well-known equation from one of the first chapters of the textbook of existential mathematics: the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting. From that equation we can deduce various corrollaries, for instance this one: our period is given over to the demon of speed, and that is the reason it so easily forgets its own self. Now I would reverse that statement .. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 368db76 | Now we are longtime outcasts, flying through the emptiness of time in a straight line. Yet somewhere deep down a thin thread still ties us to that far-off misty Paradise, where Adam leans over a well and, unlike Narcissus, never even suspects that the pale yellow blotch appearing in it is he himself. The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 90499fb | Necessity knows no magic formuae--they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 01496a1 | For Sabina, living in truth, lying neither to ourselves not others, was possible only away from the public: the moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful. Having a public, keeping a public in mind, means living in lies. Sabina despised literature in which people give away all kinds of intimate secrets about themselves and their friends. A man who loses his privacy.. | privacy private public secrets truth | Milan Kundera | |
| a4f6351 | People thought up the idea that animals don't have the same capability of suffering as humans, because otherwise they couldn't bear the knowledge that they are surrounded by a world of nature that is horror, and nothing but horror. | nature | Milan Kundera | |
| 18fd69c | Darkness attracted him as much as light. He knew that these days turning out the light before making love was considered laughable, and so he always left a small lamp burning over the bed. At the momemnt he penetrated sabina, however, he closed his eyes. The pleasure suffusing his body called for darkness. The darkness was pure, perfect, thoughtless, vision less; that darkness was without end, without borders; that darkness was the infinite.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 943c334 | Every true novelist listens for that suprapersonal wisdom, which explains why great novels are always a little more intelligent than their authors. Novelists who are more intelligent than their books should go into another line of work. | Milan Kundera | ||
| b2db060 | The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything. | czech-literature foolishness literature novel philosophy questions stupidity | Milan Kundera | |
| 207de4f | I sometimes have the feeling that her entire life was merely a continuation of her mother's, much as the course of a ball on the billiard table is merely the continuation of the player's arm movement. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 3a75e47 | Love is a battle" she said smiling, "And I plan on going fighting 'til the end." "Love is a battle? well, I don't feel at all like fighting," and he left." | milan kundera | ||
| 8ec351e | First he sympathized with Cuba, then with China, and when the cruelty of their regimes began to appall him, he resigned himself with a sigh to a sea of words with no weight and no resemblance to life. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 1b6f681 | He looks at houses, chateaus, forests, and thinks about the countless generations who used to see those things and who are gone now; and he understands that everything he is seeing is oblivion; pure oblivion, the oblivion whose absolute state will soon be achieved, the moment he himself is gone. And again I think about the obvious idea (that astoundingly obvious idea) that everything that exists (nation, thought, music) can also not exist. | essay existence impermanence mortality non-existence non-fiction oblivion | Milan Kundera | |
| ab0fb92 | Almost from childhood, she knew that a concentration camp was nothing exceptional or startling but something very basic, a given into which we are born and from which we can escape only with the greatest of efforts. | Milan Kundera | ||
| ffca6c8 | The consciousness of my own baseness has done nothing to reconcile me to the baseness of others. Nothing is more repugnant to me than brotherly feelings grounded in the common baseness people see in one another. I have no desire for that slimy brotherhood. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6a8e381 | Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 970bdc3 | Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 3f8ce65 | The novel is the fruit of a human illusion. The illusion of the power to understand others. But what do we know of one another? | Milan Kundera | ||
| abaa76b | The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have someone write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long the nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 318e132 | the heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. the absolute of a burden causes man to be lighter than air. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 94d1a08 | In the kingdom of kitsch you would be a monster | Milan Kundera | ||
| 0cfab8d | we live everything as it comes, without warning , like an actor going on cold. and what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? that is why life is always like a sketch. No , "sketch" is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the ground for nothing, an outline with no picture" | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6556853 | Tomas turned the key and switched on the ceiling light. Teraza saw two beds pushed together, one of them flanked by a bedside table and a lamp. Up out of the lampshade, startled by the overhead light, flew a large nocturnal butterfly that began circling the room. The strains of the piano and violin rose up weakly from below. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 1233ea2 | to have compassion (co-feeling) means not only to be able to live with other's misfortune but also to feel with him any emotion -joy , anxiety, happiness, pain | Milan Kundera | ||
| 31c4993 | thmW `ly b`d dhlk 'n 'tsl `n Tby`@ l`lm ldhy sy`ysh fyh Tfly. fsr`n m stntz`h lmdrs@ mny ltshHn r'sh b'kdhyb 'fnyt Hyty fy mqwmth. ''trk bny ySyr 'mm `ynyW Gbyan khn`an? 'm 'lqWnh 'fkry, w'nZr lyh yt`dhb whw ykhwD lSr`t nfsh lty khDth qblh? | Milan Kundera | ||
| 0c3e9f4 | El amor empieza por una metafora. Dicho de otro modo; el amor empieza en el momento en que una mujer inscribe su primera palabra en nuestra memoria poetica. | la-insoportable-levedad-del-ser milan-kundera | Milan kundera | |
| 9b57c5f | w'n hnk 'yDan w'yDan kwkb 'khr~ Hyth ymkn lljns lbshry 'n yld mn jdyd mrtqyan fy kl mr@ drj@an ('y Hy@) `l~ sulaWm lkml. tlk hy lfkr@ lty ykwWnh twms `n l`awd l'bdy. nHn 'yDan skn hdhh l'rD ('y lkwkb rqm wHd, kwkb n`dm lkhbr@), lys fy mknn Tb`an l 'n nkwWn fkr@ GmD@ jdan `m sySyr bHl lnsn fy lkwkb l'khr~. tur~ hl sykwn 'kthr thqlan? hl sykwn lkml fy mtnwl ydh? whl sytmkn mn lwSwl lyh bwsT@ ltkrr? Dmn 'fq hdhh lywTwby wHdh, ymkn lmfhwmy lts.. | علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| 75b61fe | dt tyryz l~ lnwm mn jdyd. wlknh hw lm ystT` lnwm. kn ytkhylh myt@ wtr~ 'Hlman rhyb@. wlm ykn fy stT`th yqZh l'nh myt@. n`m, hdh hw lmwt: 'n tnm tyryz wtr~ 'Hlman fZy`@ dwn 'n ytmkn mn yqZh. | علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
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علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| fa6be0e | lkhyn@. mndh Tfwltn wlwld wm`lm lmdrs@ ykrrn `l~ msm`n b'nh 'fZ` shy fy lwjwd. | علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| aee6a11 | No peace is possible between the novelist and the agelaste [those who do not laugh]. Never having heard God's laughter, the agelastes are convinced that the truth is obvious, that all men necessarily think the same thing, and that they themselves are exactly what they think they are. But it is precisely in losing the certainty of truth and the unanimous agreement of others that man becomes an individual. The novel is the imaginary paradise .. | art essay individual laughter novel truth uncertainty uniformity | Milan Kundera | |
| e1551eb | Keep this in mind: it is our religion to praise life. The word "life" is the king of words. The kingword surrounded by other grand words. The word "adventure"! The word "future"! And the word "hope"! By the way, do you know the code name for the atomic bomb they dropped on Hiroshima? "Little Boy"! That's a genius, the fellow who invented that code! They couldn't have dreamed up a better one. Little boy, kid, tyke, tot - there's no word that.. | words | Milan Kundera | |
| dfc31fe | However much he may tell her he loves her and thinks her beautiful, his loving gaze could never console her. Because the gaze of love is the gaze that isolates. Jean-Marc thought about the loving solitude of two old persons become invisible to other people: a sad solitude that prefigures death. No, what she needs is not a loving gaze but a flood of alien, crude, lustful looks settling on her with no good will, no discrimination, no tenderne.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| fab102a | Sie wird gebraucht, unsere Schuld, sie rechtfertigt viel im Leben anderer. | guilt truth-of-life | Max Frisch |