Quotes About Milan Kundera

The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. In a world built on sacrosanct certainties the novel is dead.

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

For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?

The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

The history of music is mortal, but the idiocy of the guitar is eternal.

She fixed him with a long careful, searching stare that was not devoid of irony's intelligent sparkle

Between the approximation of the idea and the precision of reality there was a small gap of the unimaginable, and it was this hiatus that gave him no rest.

For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?

The constitution did indeed guarantee freedom of speech, but the laws punished anything that could be considered an attack on state security

The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything.

Si algo hay que realmente me ha disgustado del hombre es la forma en que su crueldad, su bajeza y su estrechez de miras se disfrazan de lirismo.

The characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. that is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented.

I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

Isn't that exactly the definition of biography? An artificial logic imposed on an 'incoherent succession of images'?

What those years said of themselves was that they were the most joyous of years, and anyone who failed to rejoice was immediately suspected of lamenting the victory of the working class or |what was equally sinful| giving way individualistically to inner sorrows.

Litost, baÅŸka dillere çevrilmesi olanaks?z Çekçe bir sözcüktür. Adamak?ll? aç?lm?? bir akordeon gibi sonsuz bir duyguyu, baÅŸka birçok duygular?n birleÅŸimi olan bir duyguyu anlat?r: hüzün, ac?ma, piÅŸmanl?k ve özlem.

It is a tragicomic fact that our proper upbringing has become an ally of the secret police. (...) The Tell the truth! imperative drummed into us so automatically that we feel ashamed of lying even to a secret policeman.

No, it was not superstition, it was a sense of beauty that cured her of her depression and imbued her with a new will to live.

Change the world! In Pontevin's view, what a monstrous goal! Not because the world is so admirable as it is but because any change leads inevitably to something worse.

via nas lágrimas tentáculos que queriam apanhá-lo para o arrancarem ao idílio do seu não-destino: as lágrimas repugnavam-lhe.

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

Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain. ? Milan Kundera, Immortality (Gardners Books; 1st edition, July 31, 2000) Originally published January 12th 1990.

Litost, baÅŸka dillere çevrilmesi olanaks?z çekçe bir sözcüktür. Adamak?ll? aç?lm?? bir akordeon gibi sonsuz bir duyguyu, baÅŸka birçok duygular?n bileÅŸimi olan bir duyguyu anlat?r: hüzün, ac?ma, piÅŸmanl?k ve özlem. SözcüÄŸün ilk hecesi, terk edilmiÅŸ bir köpeÄŸin s?zlanmas?n? duyuracak biçimde uzun ve güçlü bir biçimde vurgulan?r.

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