A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
No one can give anyone else the gift of the idyll; only an animal can do so, because only animals were not… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
By giving the love act a name, if only an innocent little word like, "it," he paved the way for other words,… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
When we want to give expression to a dramatic situation in our lives, we tend to use metaphors of heaviness. We say… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
...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 Copy Share Image
But deep down she said to herself, Franz maybe strong, but his strength is directed outward; when it comes to the people… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Speed is the form of ecstasy the technical revolution has bestowed on man. As opposed to a motorcyclist, the runner is always… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
There are moments in life when a man retreats defensively, when he must give ground, when he must surrender less important positions… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
we might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The emotion of love gives all of us a misleading illusion of knowing the other. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Woman is the future of man. That means that the world which was once formed in man's image will now be transformed… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Fidelity gives a unity to lives that would otherwise splinter into thousands of split-second impressions. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy… — 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
