Milan Kundera

Czech Republic
Born on 1 Apr 1929
Writer

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But the longer a man grows in his own darkness, the more his outer form diminishes.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
History is as light as individual human life, unbearably light, light as a feather, as dust swirling into the air, as whatever will no longer exist tomorrow.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Sensuality is the total mobilization of the senses: an individual observes his partner intently, straining to catch every sound.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weights so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, with someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
When a private talk over a bottle of wine is broadcast on the radio, what can it mean but that the world is turning into a concentration camp?

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
What does it mean to live in truth? Putting it negatively is easy enough: it means not lying, not hiding, and not dissimulating.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
People derived too much pleasure from seeing their fellow man morally humiliated to spoil that pleasure by hearing out an explanation.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Yes, if you're looking for infinity, just close your eyes!

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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