ممارسة الحب مع امرأة، والنوم مع امرأة، شعوران مختلفان تماماً، بل ليس مجرد اختلاف وإنما تضاد. الحب لا يصنع بذاته شعوراً بالرغبة في الجماع (الرغبة التي تمتد لعدد لا حصر له من النساء)، ولكن شعوراً بالرغبة في النوم المشترك (الرغبة التي تقتصر على امرأة واحدة).
Milan KunderaThe characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. that is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented.
Milan KunderaLove begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
Milan KunderaStichwörter: love
While people are fairly young and the musical composition of their lives is still in its opening bars, they can go about writing it together and sharing motifs (the way Tomas and Sabina exchanged the motif of the bowler hat), but if they meet when they are older, like Franz and Sabina, their musical compositions are more or less complete, and every motif, every object, every word means something different to each of them.
Milan KunderaThey [human lives] are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitious occurrence (Beethoven’s music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual’s life. Anna could have chosen another way to take her life. But the motif of death and the railway station, unfortettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.
Milan KunderaLorsque le cœur a parlé, il n'estpas convenable que la raison élève des objections. Au royaume du Kitsch s'exerce la dictature du cœur.
Milan KunderaYes, 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 find inside. This zeal of their tongues was not a sensual necessity but an urgency to let each other know that they were prepared to make love, right away, instantly, fully and wildly and without losing a moment.
Milan KunderaThe novel is a meditation on existence as seen through the medium of imaginary characters.
Milan KunderaHomer never wondered whether, after their many hand-to-hand struggles, Achilles or Ajax still had all their teeth.
Milan KunderaChance and chance alone has a message for us. everything that
occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day
out, is mute. only chance can speak to us. we read its message much as
gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of a cup.
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