#milan kundera

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"The Unbearable Lightness of Being", Milan Kundera (translated by Michael Henry Heim)

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“for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.” ― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“You think that just because it’s already happened, the past is finished and unchangeable? Oh no, the past is cloaked in multicolored taffeta and every time we look at it we see a different hue.” ― Milan Kundera, Life is Elsewhere

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“Emotionally, I wanted to stay. Intellectually, I wanted to leave. As always, I seemed to enjoy punishing myself.”

― Susan Sontag

"And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I'd get Him to swap our places

I'd be runnin' up that road

Be runnin' up that hill

With no problems."

—Kate Bush

"And if you missed a day, there was always the next,

and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter,

the hills weren’t going anywhere,

the thyme and rosemary kept coming back,

the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit—"

—Löuise Gluck, Sunrise

"Apollo loved her more than life itself. More than Greece and more than his family. He was willing to sacrifice being a god for her"

—Claire M. Andrews

"When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed."

—Milan Kundera, Encounter

"Death is not the greatest evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to."

—Sophocles

“This was always going to happen.

She's been dead since the beginning.”

― Aeschylus, Aeschylus: The Oresteia

“How dreadful the knowledge of the truth can be

When there’s no help in truth.”

― Sophocles, Oedipus Rex

"Thoth, Hermes, the stylus,

the palette, the pen, the quill endure,

though our books are a floor

of smouldering ash under our feet."

— Hilda Doolittle

“Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.”

– Euripides

"Apollo, your voice hymned a justice I could not see clear, but all too clear the anguish you caused, the bloodhaunted, homeless future you've doled out."

—Euripides, Electra

"To escape death is not difficult; to escape wickedness is more difficult, for it runs faster than death."

— Socrates

[nobeerreviews]

In that etymological light nostalgia seems something like the pain of ignorance, of not knowing. You are far away, and I don’t know what has become of you.

-- Milan Kundera

(Alassio, Italy)

[swallowedintheircoats]

nighttime things

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