Milan Kundera

“Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.”

— Milan Kundera

Art arises from sources other than logic." (p.32)

— Milan Kundera

“...gülmek, derinlemesine yaşamaktır.”

— Milan Kundera

“Por que amar significa renunciar a la fuerza”

— Milan Kundera

“Let the planet be convulsed with exploding bombs.”

— Milan Kundera

Man's world is the planet of inexperience.

— Milan Kundera

“Ni jedna ljubav ne može preživjeti u šutnji.”

— Milan Kundera

“Noise has one advantage. It drowns out words - Franz”

— Milan Kundera

Yes, if you're looking for infinity, just close your eyes!

— Milan Kundera

“Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.”

— Milan Kundera

Pick me up," is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently.

— Milan Kundera

“Murder simply hastens a bit what God will eventually see to on His own.”

— Milan Kundera

“The crematory fire is the only way our bodies can escape them. It's the absolute death.”

— Milan Kundera

“Y como en aquel momento no tenía nada con que obsequiar al mundo, obsequiaba a Klara. Al menos con promesas”

— Milan Kundera

“Human life is bounded by two chasms: fanaticism on one side, absolute skepticism on the other.”

— Milan Kundera

To rebel against being born a woman seemed as foolish to her as to take pride in it.

— Milan Kundera

Facts mean little compared to attitudes. To contradict rumor or sentiment is as futile as arguing against a believer's faith in the…

— Milan Kundera

...people don't respect the morning. An alarm clock violently wakes them up, shatters their sleep like the blow of an ax, and…

— Milan Kundera

Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it…

— Milan Kundera

Unlike the puerile loyalty to a conviction, loyalty to a friend is a virtue - perhaps the only virtue, the last remaining…

— Milan Kundera

...no one can do a thing about feelings, they exist and there's no way to censor them. We can reproach ourselves for…

— Milan Kundera

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's very beautiful. But what would they nourish their intimate talk with? However…

— Milan Kundera

“Man stopped wanting to walk, to walk on his own feet and enjoy it. What's more he longer saw his own life…

— Milan Kundera

Einmal ist keinmal, says Tomas to himself. What happens but once, says the German adage, might as well not have happened at…

— Milan Kundera

What I love in a woman is not what she is in and for herself, but the side of herself she turns…

— Milan Kundera

“we have no idea anymore what it means to feel guilty. The Communists have the excuse that Stalin misled them. Murderers have…

— Milan Kundera

From the top of the staircase she sees the London train, modern and elegant, and she tells herself again: Whether it's good…

— Milan Kundera

“In spite of their love, they had made each other's life a hell. The fact that they loved each other was merely…

— Milan Kundera

“The eye: the window to the soul; the center of the face's beauty; the point where a person's identity is concentrated; but…

— Milan Kundera

“Yes, suddenly I saw it clearly: most people deceive themselves with a pair of faiths: they believe in eternal memory (of people,…

— Milan Kundera

“When we want to give expression to a dramatic situation in our lives, we tend to use metaphors of heaviness. We say…

— Milan Kundera

“The feeling, the irrepressible yearning to return, suddenly reveals to her the existence of the past, the power of the past, of…

— Milan Kundera

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.

— Milan Kundera

“Tekdüzeliği mutluluk üretirdi, sıkıntı değil.”

— Milan Kundera

I have no mission. No one has.

— Milan Kundera

Noise has one advantage. It drowns out words.

— Milan Kundera

The border between good and evil is terribly fuzzy.

— Milan Kundera

“...There was pleasure in Paradise but no excitement.”

— Milan Kundera

Is a novel anything but a trap set for a hero?

— Milan Kundera

Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

— Milan Kundera