Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
In the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“There is no perfection only life Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being” — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“Every one of my novels could be entitled The Unbearable Lightness of Being or The Joke or Laughable Loves; the titles are… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden but the… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It's not true. The future is an apathetic void of no… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
If excitement is a mechanism our Creator uses for His own amusement, love is something that belongs to us alone and enables… — 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
Dreaming is not merely an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The heaviest of burdens is simultaneously an image of life's most intense fullfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, pain… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. — 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
“It was vertigo. A heady, insuperable longing to fall. We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
In the realm of totalitarian kitsch, all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions. — 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
