Love is a battle," said Marie-Claude, still smiling. "And I plan to go on fighting. To the end." Love is a battle?"… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
This symmetrical composition--the same motif at the beginning and at the end--may seem quite "novelistic" to you, and I am willing to… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Living for Sabina meant seeing. Seeing is limited by two borders: strong light, which blinds, and total darkness. Perhaps that was what… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“Most people willingly deceive themselves with a doubly false faith; they believe in eternal memory (of men, things, deeds, peoples) and in… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
In the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Youth is terrible: it is a stage trod by children in buskins and a variety of costumes mouthing speeches they've memorized and… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
People fascinated by the idea of progress never suspect that every step forward is also a step on the way to the… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Until that time, her betrayals had filled her with excitement and joy, because they opened up new paths to new adventures of… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Extremism means borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
War and culture, those are the two poles of Europe, her heaven and hell, her glory and shame, and they cannot be… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“The future is only an indifferent void no one cares about, but the past is filled with life, and its countenance is irritating, repellent,… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“From that time on they both looked forward to sleeping together. I might even say that the goal of their lovemaking was not so… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“Beauty in the European sense has always had a premeditated quality to it. We've always had an aesthetic intention and a long-range plan. That's… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The beauty of New York is unintentional; it arose independent of human design, like a stalagmite cavern. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Children, Never look Back!" and this meant that we must never allow the future to be weighed down by memory . for children have… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“Our lives may be separate, but they run in the same direction, like parallel lines.” — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“Having a child is to show an absolute accord with mankind. If I have a child, it's as though I'm saying: I was born… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Love is a battle," said Marie-Claude, still smiling. "And I plan to go on fighting. To the end." Love is a battle?" said Franz.… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“He remained annoyed with himself until he realized that not knowing what he wanted was actually quite natural. We can never know what to… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“Whenever I think about ancient cultures nostalgia seizes me. Perhaps this is nothing but envy of the sweet slowness of the history of that… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“Do stories, apart from happening, being, have something to say? For all my skepticism, some trace of irrational superstition did survive in me, the… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
