Quotes from Milan Kundera

There is nothing harder to explain than humor.

Porque el joven era consciente a veces de que el mundo en que vive es un laberinto de valores cuya importancia intuye apenas vagamente y que, por lo tanto, sólo pueden dejar de ser valores aparentes y convertirse en valores reales cuando hayan sido confirmados

El amor puede surgir de una sola metáfora.

No hay nada que una más rápido a la gente (aunque solo sea en apariencia e ilusoriamente) que una comprensión mutua triste y melancólica.

The greatest adventure of our lives is the absence of adventure.

Each interpreted the other's words in his own way, and the lived in perfect harmony, the perfect solidarity of perfect Mutual misunderstanding.

He yearned for one long embrace with Sabina, yearned never to say another sentence, another word, to let his orgasm fuse with that orgiastic thunder of music. And lulled by that blissful imaginary uproar, he fell asleep.

La cultura sucumbe bajo el volumen de la producción, la avalancha de letras, la locura de la cantidad. Por ese motivo te digo que un libro prohibido en tu país significa infinitamente más que los millones de palabras que vomitan nuestras universidades.

It was idealism that made him so angry. He expected too much out of life.

Solo como un cuadro de Van Gogh bajo la mirada idiota de los turistas. Solo como la Luna que nadie ve

la vida humana acontece solo una vez y por eso nunca podremos averiguar cuáles de nuestras decisiones fueron correctas y cuáles incorrectas.

O amor começa com uma metáfora. Ou, por outras palavras, o amor começa no preciso instante em que, com uma das suas palavras, uma mulher se inscreve na nossa memória poética.

It is questions with no answers that set the limits of human possibilities --> Pretty Wittgenstein like.

La coquetería es una promesa de coito sin garantía.

La tristeza era la forma y la felicidad, el contenido. La felicidad llenaba el espacio de la tristeza.

He would never command her (...). Not that he lacks sensuality; he simply lacks the strength to give orders (...) What if she had a man who ordered her about? A man who wanted to master her? How long would she put up with him? Not five minutes! From which it follows that no man was right for her. Strong or weak.

It is completely selfless love: Tereza didn't want anything; She didn't ever ask him to love her back. Nor has she ever asked herself questions like: does he love me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. The reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved.

Ä°stediÄŸin sonsuzluksa, kapat?ver gözlerini!

The tree of possibilities: life as it reveals itself to a man arriving, astonished, at the threshold of his adult life: an abundant treetop canopy filled with bees singing. And he thinks he understands why she never showed him the letters: she wanted to hear the murmur of the tree by herself, without him, because he, Jean-Marc, represented the abolition of all possibilities, he was the reduction, (even though it was a happy reduction) of her life to a single possibility.

Ya?am ne kadar ac?mas?z olursa olsun, mezarl?kta hep huzur vard?r.

Il est beaucoup plus important de déterrer une corneille enterrée vivante que d'envoyer une pétition à un président.

Životopisci neznají sexuální život svých vlastních manželek, ale myslí si, že vÄ›dí vÅ¡echno o pohlavních tajemstvích Stendhala nebo Faulknera.

love is a continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.

It takes a very great intelligence to breathe logical meaning into meaningless ideas.