She pictures his jovial figure, dressed up in his T-short, shouting that Kafka was born in Prague, and she feels a desire rising through her body, the irrepressible desire to take a lover. Not to patch up her life as it is. But to turn it completely upside down. Finally take possession of her own fate.
Milan KunderaThe longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.
Milan KunderaMots clés life roots humanity philosophy nature human-condition nurture
Tekdüzeliği mutluluk üretirdi, sıkıntı değil.
Milan KunderaA scarf from her dress works free and floats behind her the way memories float behind the dead.
Milan KunderaWhen 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 and say: our period is obsessed by the desire to forget, and it is to fulfill that desire that it gives over to the demon of speed; it picks up the pace to show us that it no longer wishes to be remembered; that it is tired of itself; sick of itself; that it wants to blow out the tiny trembling flame of memory.
Milan KunderaThe moment Kafka attracts more attenetion than Joseph K., Kafka's posthumous death begins.
Milan Kunderao gün akşamüstü son bir defa daha kırlarda dolaşmaya çıktığında yaşadığı tuhaf bir anı hatırladı: bir dere kıyısına gelmiş, çimenlere uzanmıştı. uzun süre orada öylece uzanmış, akarsuyun ta içinden geçerek bütün acıları ve bütün pislikleri; ben'ini sürükleyip götürdüğünü sanmıştı. tuhaf, unutulmaz bir an: ben'ini unutmuş, ben'ini kaybetmiş, kurtulmuştu; ve bu mutluluktu.
bu anı içinde silik, uçucu ama çok önemli (belki de hepsinin en önemlisi olan) bir düşünceyi uyandırdı.
hayatta dayanılmaz olan şey var olmak değil, kendin olmak.
yaşamakta mutluluk diye birşey yok. yaşamak: acılı ben'ini dünya adına taşımak. ama olmak, olmak mutluluk. olmak, çeşmeye, evrenin içine ılık bir yağmur gibi indiği taş bir havuza dönüşmek.
Mots clés immortality milan-kundera ölümsüzlük
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 KunderaThe heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
Milan KunderaIf we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.
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