"Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost."
"But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave."
"There is no perfection only life."
"She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don't let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say.
The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, "You don't know how happy I am to be with you." That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express."
"The only relationship that can make both partners happy is one in which sentimentaly has no place and neither partner makes any claim on the life and freedom of the other."
"Why don't you ever use your strength on me?" she said.
Because love means renouncing strength," said Franz softly."
"Does he love me? Does he love anyone more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, proble, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company."
I feel in love with Kundera when I was 15 years old. I think that there is no connoisseur of human soul like him.
I always tend to return to his books every now and then ... in every decade they leave a trace on your soul in a different way.
Looking at these pictures of Zagreb and myself I realized that I neglected him during the past years. That made me realize how much I missed him...
In a month or two, when I leave work, I think that I will most definitely spend a week in his company.