nothing yet. I've been waiting."
"for what?"
she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.
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 KunderaTereza burst out laughing
Thomas laughed with her
She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together.
Milan KunderaL'erotismo è come il ballo: c'è sempre uno che conduce l'altro.
Milan KunderaThe proliferation of mass graphomania among politicians, cab drivers, women on the delivery table, mistresses, murderers, criminals, prostitutes, police chiefs, doctors, and patients proves to me that every individual without exception bears a potential writer within himself and that all mankind has every right to rush out into the streets with a cry of "We are all writers!"
The reason is that everyone has trouble accepting the fact that he will disappear unheard of and unnoticed in an indifferent universe, and everyone wants to make himself into a universe of words before it's too late.
Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.
Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is a dangerous as the situation in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark.
Milan Kunderaأسمع أخبار الصباح و أنا بالكاد أميز الكلمات, ثم أغفو من جديد بحيث تتحول الجمل التي أسمعها إلى أحلام
إنها أجمل مراحل النوم و أعذب لحظات النهار !
بفضل الراديو أتذوق طعم يقظاتي و غفواتي السرمدية, هذا التأرجح الرائع بين يقظة و نوم
هذه الحركة وحدها التي تنتزع مني الندم لكوني ولدت
كيف نتألم من غياب شخص حاضر أمامنا ؟
“لربما يعرف جان مارك الجواب: يمكن الشعور بألم الحنين مع وجود المحبوب إذا كنا نتوقع اختقاءه في المستقبل، اذا كان موته حاضرًا سلفا بشكل ضمني
هي تكره الأدب الذي يكشف فيه الكاتب عن حياته الخاصة أو عن حياة أصدقائه الخاصة.. وتفكر أن ذلك الذي يفقد حياته الخاصة يفقد كل شيء. وأن من يتخلى عنها بكامل إرادته، إنما هو مسخ. لذلك فلا يؤلمها أن يكون عليها أن تخفي حبها. بل على العكس، هذه هي وسيلتها الوحيدة لكي تعيش في الحقيقة.
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