Милан Кундера цитаты

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„Мы испытываем стыд не потому, что совершаем ошибки, а потому, что наше унижение видят все.“

„Нет чувства одиночества или даже плохого самочувствия. Только его место в порядке делает их хорошими или плохими.“

„Счастье - жажда повторения.“

„Человек - это всего лишь то, что являет собой его образ.“

„Нет ничего труднее, чем заставить понять юмор.“

“If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders.”

“Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.”

“It is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.”

“How goodness heightens beauty!”

“It was futile to attack with reason the stout wall of irrational feelings that, as is known, is the stuff of which the female mind is made.”

“The longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order.”

“But what had happened, had happened, and it was no longer possible to right anything.”

“All novels… are concerned with the enigma of the self. As soon as you create an imaginary being, a character, you are automatically confronted by the question: what is the self? How can it be grasped?”

“We’ve known for a long time that it was no longer possible to overturn this world, nor reshape it, nor head off its dangerous headlong rush. There’s been only one possible resistance: to not take it seriously.”

“And there lies the horror: the past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a love the way we reread a book or resee a film.”

“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 and have tasted life and declare it so good that is merits being duplicated.”

“True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power.”

“Only after a while did it occur to me (in spite of the chilly silence which surrounded me) that my story was not of the tragic sort, but rather of the comic variety.

At any rate that afforded me some comfort.”

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

“When you sit face to face with someone who is pleasant, respectful, and polite, you have hard time reminding yourself that nothing he says is true/sincere.”

“People who shout joy from the rooftops are often the saddest of all.”

“The ludicrous element in our feeling does not make them any less authentic.”

“She was aware that in love even the most passionate idealism will not rid the body's surface of its terrible, basic importance.”

“But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)”

“Man reckons with immortality, and forgets to reckon with death.”

“For everyone is pained by the thought of disappearing, unheard and unseen, into an indifferent universe, and because of that everyone wants, while there is still time, to turn himself into a universe of words.”

“For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.”

“If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him.”

“For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”

“What does it mean to live in truth? Putting it negatively is easy enough: it means not lying, not hiding, and not dissimulating.”

“what's the matter?" he asked
"nothing"
"what do you want me to do for you?"
"i want you to be old. ten years older. twenty years older"
what she meant was: i want you to be weak. as weak as i am.”

“Our lives may be separate, but they run in the same direction, like parallel lines.”

“Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden but the unbearable lightness of being.”

“Forgive me," he went on. "For a long time I have had the peculiar habit of not arriving but appearing.”