Düşüncenin yaklaşıklığı ile gerçeğin kesinliği arasında düşlenemez olanın yarattığı küçük bir boşluk vardı ve onun bir türlü peşini bırakmayan da bu boşluktu.
Milan KunderaTag: kundera
There is no perfection only life..
Milan KunderaIf I had two lives, in one life I could invite her to stay at my place, and in the second life I could kick her out. Then I could compare and see which had been the best thing to do. But we only live once. Life's so light. Like an outline we can't ever fill in or correct... make any better. It's frightening".
Milan KunderaIn times when history still moved slowly, events were few and far between and easily committed to memory. They formed a commonly accepted backdrop for thrilling scenes of adventure in private life. Nowadays, history moves at a brisk clip. A historical event, though soon forgotten, sparkles the morning after with the dew of novelty. No longer a backdrop, it is now the adventure itself, an adventure enacted before the backdrop of the commonly accepted banality of private life.
Milan KunderaTag: history
Гораздо важнее вырыть из земли заживо закопанную птицу, чем посылать петицию президенту.
Milan KunderaЛюбовь - как империя: если погибнет идея, на которой она была основана, рухнет и она.
Milan KunderaPromatra njihova usta koja se otvaraju sva istodobno, usta koja melju, izbacuju riječi i bez prestanka praskaju u smijeh (zagonetka: kako se žene koje se međusobno ne slušaju mogu smijati onome što govore?).
Milan KunderaNo matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reign in the cemetery.
Milan KunderaBy 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 the nerves of her fingers led straight to his own brain.
Anyone who has failed to benefit from the Devil’s gift of compassion (co-feeling) will condemn Tereza coldly for her deed, because privacy is sacred and drawers containing intimate correspondence are not to be opened. But because compassion was Tomas’s fate (or curse), he felt that he himself had knelt before the open desk drawer, unable to tear his eyes from Sabina’s letter. He understood Tereza, and not only was he incapable of being angry with her, he loved her all the more.
Tag: love compassion empathy
El hombre nunca sabe qué debe querer, porque vive sólo una vida y no tiene modo de compararla con sus vidas precedentes ni de enmendarla con sus vidas posteriores.
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