Quotes by Milan Kundera, Immortality

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Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary.This is the obscenity of war: the intimacy of mutually shed blo — Milan Kundera, Immortality
She blushed. It is a beautiful thing when a woman blushes; at that instant her body no longer belongs to her; she doesn' — Milan Kundera, Immortality
Not only have people stopped trying to be attractive when they are out among other people, but they are no longer even t — Milan Kundera, Immortality
A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse, ants ea — Milan Kundera, Immortality
Of course, these were only dreams. How could a sensible woman leave a happy marriage? All the same, a seductive voice fr — Milan Kundera, Immortality
If we cannot accept the importance of the world, which considers itself important, if in the midst of that world our lau — Milan Kundera, Immortality
Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world.But being, being is happine — Milan Kundera, Immortality
Do you think that a doe in the jaws of a tiger feels less horror than you? People thought up the idea that animals don't — Milan Kundera, Immortality
Agnes subtracts from her self everything that is exterior and borrowed, in order to come closer to her sheer essence (ev — Milan Kundera, Immortality
He took her in his arms and lifted her up. She looked at him and he noticed only now that her eyes were full of tears. H — Milan Kundera, Immortality
We don't know when our name came into being or how some distant ancestor acquired it. We don't understand our name at al — Milan Kundera, Immortality
The physical contact with people who struck and trampled and killed one another seemed far worse to him than a solitary — Milan Kundera, Immortality