Author of quotes: Milan Kundera. Page 2

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.

The actor is the one who from infancy and for life agrees to put himself on display to an anonymous audience. Without this initial agreement, which has nothing to do with talent, which goes deeper than talent, it is impossible to become an actor. Under that and become a doctor; he also accepts a life of human bodies and all that this implies. This is the initial consent (and not talent and ability) gives him the opportunity to enter in the first year in the autopsy room, and after six years to become a doctor.
Surgery brings a major imperative of medical profession to the extreme edge where man has already been in contact with the divine. If you're going to fuck someone with a baton on the head, he will collapse and die forever. Then again, he still gave up the spirit. Such a murder only a few ahead of what later God ran he would. God, presumably, was considered murder, but did not expect surgery. He did not think to think that someone dares to put his hand into the insides of the mechanism which he has created, carefully wrapped in leather, sealed and hid from the eyes of man.

Avoir de la pitie pour une femme means that we are better than the woman that we are inclined to pity over her, condescend to her. That's the reason why the word "compassion" is causing a certain lack of confidence; I think it expresses some of the worst, second-rate feeling with little in common with love. To love someone out of compassion means not to love him for real.
In languages that form the word "compassion" not from the root "suffering" (passio), and from the root "feeling", this word is used approximately in the same sense, but to say that it expresses some of the worst, second-rate sense, it would be impossible. Secret power of the etymology of the word illuminates it in a different light and gives it a broader meaning: to sympathize with (or have empathy) means not only to be able to live the misfortune of others, but to share with him any other feeling: joy, anxiety, happiness, pain. This kind of "sympathy" (in the sense of soucit, wspolczucie, Mitgefuhl, medkansla) means, therefore, the maximum capacity of the emotional imagination, the art of emotional telepathy. In the hierarchy of the senses is the sense of the highest.

Because he didn't like to dance, Teresa took possession of his young colleague. This pair fit perfectly on the dance floor of the bar, and there seemed to him more beautiful than usual. He watched in amazement, the accuracy and obedience it for a fraction of a second prevents the will of his partner. This dance seemed to be talking about her sacrifice, some kind of sublime dream to fulfill what she reads in the eyes of Tomas, were not indissolubly connected with him and were ready to answer the call of any man who would meet her instead. Nothing was easier to imagine that Teresa and his colleague - lovers. The simplicity of the imaginary image hurt him! He suddenly realized that Terezino body without difficulty present in loving intercourse with another male body, and fell into despair. Late that night, when they returned home, he confessed to her in his jealousy. This absurd jealousy, which proceeded only from a theoretical possibility, was evidence that Teresina loyalty he considered the absolute prerequisite of their love. So could he reproach her that she was jealous of his very real mistresses?

So he was so amazed when he woke up, realized that Teresa firmly holding his hand. He looked at her and could not provide enough information to understand what happened. He remembered just experienced hours, and it seemed to him: from them comes the smell of some unknown happiness. Since then, they've both enjoyed our shared dream. I would even say, the purpose of intercourse was for them not an orgasm, and the dream that followed him. And especially she couldn't sleep without it. When she happened to be one shot in her apartment (more and more becoming just an alibi), she couldn't sleep all night. And in his arms fell asleep, no matter how excited she was. In a whisper he told stories that were composed for her, was talking all sorts of nonsense or monotonously repeated words, sedative, that funny. These words turned into muddled vision that takes her to the first oblivion. He completely owned her bedtime and she fell asleep in that instant what he chose.

The unwritten contract of erotic friendship it was assumed that Tomas exclude love from his life. If he had violated this condition, the other mistress would be immediately turned to supporting roles and rebelled. That's why he tried to shoot for Teresa's apartment, where she had to carry my heavy suitcase. He wanted to take care of her, protect her, enjoy her presence, but he didn't have the slightest desire to change your lifestyle. No one needs to know that Teresa is sleeping in his house. The total sleep goes, was the corpus delicti* love.

The only thing they left on their own it is fear of women. He wanted them but was afraid. Between fear and desire he had to create a compromise; he defined it with the word "erotic friendship." He persuaded his mistresses: the only relationship in which there is no trace of sentimentality and none of the partners does not infringe on the life and freedom of another, can bring both happiness. And wanting to gain confidence that the so-called erotic friendship never grow into the aggression of love, he met with each of his regular mistresses only after very long breaks. He believed this method perfected and promoted it among friends. "Should follow the rule of triple numbers. Or to see a woman in a short period of time, but not more than three times. Or to meet her long years, but on condition that between the dates is at least three weeks." This system gave Tomas the opportunity to go permanent with their mistresses and at the same have numerous non-permanent. It is not always understood.

Recently I have caught myself on an inexplicable feeling of flipping through a book on Hitler, I was touched at the sight of some of the photos. They reminded me of my childhood; I lived it during the war. Many of my relatives died in Nazi concentration camps; but what were their deaths compared to that of Hitler reminded me of a bygone time in my life, the time that will never repeat?
This reconciliation with Hitler reveals the profound moral perversity of a world essentially based on the nonexistence of return, for in this world everything is pardoned in advance and therefore, everything is cynically permitted.

The moral of the ecstasy of the opposite morality of the process; under its cover, everyone does what he pleases: now everyone can feel free to suck your thumb, from early childhood to bachelor's degrees, it's freedom, sacrifice of which no one is ready; look around you in the subway, sitting or standing, each puts his finger into one of the holes on the face; in ear, in mouth, in the nose; no one feels looking at it, everyone wants to write a book to Express their inimitable and unique "I", pick your nose; no one is listening, everyone is writing, and everyone writes as dance rock; alone, for himself, focusing only on herself, but making the same movements as the rest. In this situation, a unified self-centeredness, guilt no longer plays the role that before; the courts continue to operate, but they only care about the past; they are labeled only in the core of the century; they are labeled only generation old or dead.

It looks like in the brain there is a very special area that you might call poetic memory and which celebrates what fascinated us, touched that he made our lives beautiful.
Since then, as he found out Theresa, no woman had the right to capture in this part of the brain even the most fleeting trace.

To be in exile means to go straight in the empty space rope without the protective grid, which is the person's native country, where his family, friends, co-workers, where he can easily negotiate in a language familiar to the child.

The power of the journalist is not based on his right to ask, and the right to "demand" a response.

- I would prefer to die under the sounds of baby babble than to the sounds of "Funeral March" of Chopin. And I'll tell you what: this funeral March glorifying the death, concluded all evil. Cabin was less funeral marches, it would be probably less deaths.