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Milan Kundera Quotes - Page 16

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Even at the age of eight she would fall asleep by pressing one hand into the other and making believe she was holding the hand of the man whom she loved, the man of her life. So if in her sleep she pressed Tomas hand

Even at the age of eight she would fall asleep by pressing one hand into the other and making believe she was holding the hand of the man whom she loved, the man of her life. So if in her sleep she pressed Tomas hand with such tenacity, we can understand why: she had been training since childhood.

Believe, Fall, Sleep

Fidelity gives a unity to lives that would otherwise splinter into thousands of split-second impressions.

Giving, Unity, Splinters

Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is death. At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

Love Is, Air, Important

The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish.

Men, Light, Discovery

The Guardian, June 3, 1988.

The best actors do not let the wheels show.

Funny, Humorous, Acting

A gesture cannot be regarded as the expression of an individual, as his creation (because no individual is capable of creating a fully original gesture, belonging to nobody else), nor can it even be regarded as that person's instrument; on the contrary, it is gestures that use us as their instruments, as their bearers and incarnations

Expression, Creating, Individuality

By giving the love act a name, if only an innocent little word like, "it," he paved the way for other words, words that would reflect physical love as in a set of mirrors.

Mirrors, Names, Giving

Nudity is the uniform of the other side... nudity is a shroud.

Sides, Uniforms, Nudity

What I love in a woman is not what she is in and for herself, but the side of herself she turns towards me, what she is for me. I love her as character in our common love story. what wuld Hamlet be without the castle at Elsinore, without Ophelia, without all the concrete situations he goes through, what would he be without the text of his part? What would be left but an empty, dumb, illusory essence?

Character, Essence, Dumb

The rediscovered path, where were left the traces of childhood's lost steps.

Childhood, Path, Steps

Children are the future, because mankind is moving more and more towards infancy.

Children, Moving, Infancy

She had come to him to escape her mother's world, a world where all bodies were equal. She had come to him to make her body unique, irreplaceble. But he, too had drawn an equal sign between her and the rest of them: he kissed them all alike, stroked them all alike, made no, absolutely no distiction between Tereza's body and the other bodies. He sent her back to the world she tried to escape, sent to march naked with the other naked women

Mother, Unique, Naked

Aesthetic racism is almost always a sign of inexperience. Those who have not made their way far enough into the world of amorous delights judge women only by what can be seen. But those who really know women understand that the eye reveals only a minute fraction of what a woman can offer us. When God bade mankind be fruitful and multiply, Doctor, He was thinking of the ugly as well as of the beautiful. I am convinced I might add, that the aesthetic criterion does not come from God but from the devil. In paradise no distinction was made between ugliness and beauty.

Beautiful, Eye, Thinking

Draw a line; draw a line that pleases you. And remember that it is not the artist's role to copy the outlines of things but to create a world of his own lines on paper." (pp.28-29)

Artist, Roles, World

it is wrong to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences... but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life a dimension of beauty.

Men, Mysterious, Coincidence

Dogs are our link to paradise.

Dog, Pet, Links

"Biography/ Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.

She is sadder and sadder, and for a man there is no balm more soothing than the sadness he has caused a woman.

Sadness, Men, Soothing

But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science , instantly fades away.

Soul, Unity, Age

Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.

Beauty, Art, Matter

"James Joyce, the Citizen and the Artist". Book by Charles Peake, 1977.

The moment Kafka attracts more attenetion than Joseph K., Kafka's posthumous death begins.

Moments, Posthumous

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

Sleep, Gone, Nightmare

A novel that does not uncover a hitherto unknown segment of existence is immoral. Knowledge is the novel's only morality.

Doe, Ethics, Morality

New York Review of Books, July 19, 1984.

Perhaps if they had stayed together longer, Sabina and Franz would have begun to understand the words they used. Gradually, timorously, their vocabularies would have come together, like bashful lovers, and the music of one would have begun to intersect with the music of the other. But it was too late now.

Vocabulary, Together, Too Late

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

Long, Forgive Me, Forgiving

In eroticism as dance: one of the partners is always charged with leading the other.

Dance, Partners

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