Being in a foreign country means walking a tightrope high above the ground without the net afforded a person by the country… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
This is the real and the only reason for friendship: to provide a mirror so the other person can contemplate his image… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
What is unique about the "I" hides itself exactly in what is unimaginable about a person. All we are able to imagine… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Jealousy has the amazing power to illuminate a single person in an intense beam of light, keeping the multitude of others in… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
To die; to decide to die; that's much easier for an adolescent than for an adult. What? Doesn't death strip an adolescent… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Man can only be certain about the present moment. But is that quite true either? Can he really know the present? Is… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The present era grabs everything that was ever written in order to transform it into films, TV programs; or cartoons. What is… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
It takes so little, so infinitely little, for a person to cross the border beyond which everything loses meaning: love, convictions, faith,… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Remembering now all those farewells (fake farewells, worked-up farewells), Irena thinks: a person who messes up her goodbyes shouldn’t expect much from… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Because beyond their practical function, all gestures have a meaning that exceeds the intention of those who make them; when people in… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
A gesture cannot be regarded as the expression of an individual, as his creation (because no individual is capable of creating a… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Bacon's portraits are an interrogation on the limits of the self. Up to what degree of distortion does an individual still remain… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present... he is caught in a fragment of time cut off… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Pick me up," is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person. — 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
