Book: The unbearable lightness of being

To be a woman for Sabina - a fate she did not choose. But what we don't choose neither our merit nor our bad luck.

How to guess the moment when the suffering is unnecessary? How to determine the moment when life no longer makes sense?

I'm not looking for pleasure I looking for happiness, and pleasure without happiness is not pleasure.

Criminal regimes have been created not by criminals but by enthusiasts convinced that opened the way to heaven.

She, of course, understood that its decision is the height of injustice that Franz is the best of all men, which she met in real life: he is intelligent, versed in painting, beautiful, kind, but the more she felt this the more was drawn to rape her this intelligence, this mellowness, pulled to rape this helpless strength.

Against the surrounding world of brutality she had but a single weapon: the books she took from the city library. <...> They were given the possibility of an imaginary escape from life, did not meet her, and in addition, had for her the value of some things: she loved holding a book under his arm, walking up and down the street. The book has gained for it the same value as an elegant cane for the dandy of the last century. They distinguished it from the others.

She hated lovers, whose knees had calluses. Irresistible she wanted to kneel most.

It was the only time when the television series of her dreams ended and her night began happy.

People driven by a sense of beauty, and turn a random event (the music of Beethoven, the death at the station) in a motif that will remain forever in the songs of his life.

Love is a struggle. I will fight for a long time. Until the very end.
- Love the fight? I have no desire to fight.

In addition to its accomplished love for him in the Empire the possibilities are still endless unfulfilled love in other men.

We all tend to consider strength the culprit and weakness the innocent victim. But Theresa now realizes that in their life everything was the opposite! And her dreams, as if knowing the only weakness of a strong man, exposed in front of him, flaunting her suffering in order to coerce him to give in! Teresina weakness was aggressive and forced him to surrender constantly, until finally it ceased to be strong and turned into a Bunny on her hands!

She always mentally reproached him, that he is not in love with her. His own love she considered as something that eliminates every doubt, and his love - simple indulgence.

If the excitation mechanism, which amused our Creator, the love, on the contrary, belongs to us, we slip away from the Creator. Love is our freedom. Love lies on the other side "Es muss sein!".
But even that is not entirely true. Although love is something other than a clockwork of sex, which amused the Creator, it is still associated with the mechanism. It is connected as well as delicate naked woman with a huge pendulum clock.