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  • #1
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #2
    Leo Tolstoy
    “All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #3
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He went down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, but he saw her, as one sees the sun, without looking.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #4
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He soon felt that the fulfillment of his desires gave him only one grain of the mountain of happiness he had expected. This fulfillment showed him the eternal error men make in imagining that their happiness depends on the realization of their desires.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #5
    Leo Tolstoy
    “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
    Leo Tolstoy , Anna Karenina

  • #6
    Milan Kundera
    “Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #7
    Milan Kundera
    “Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #8
    Milan Kundera
    “But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #9
    Milan Kundera
    “The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #10
    Milan Kundera
    “I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
    tags: love

  • #11
    Milan Kundera
    “A single metaphor can give birth to love.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #12
    Milan Kundera
    “Physical love is unthinkable without violence.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #13
    Milan Kundera
    “Why don't you ever use your strength on me?" she said.
    Because love means renouncing strength," said Franz softly.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #14
    Milan Kundera
    “The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and all creatures. Of course, Genesis was written by a man, not a horse. There is no certainty that God actually did grant man dominion over other creatures. What seems more likely, in fact, is that man invented God to sanctify the dominion that he had usurped for himself over the cow and the horse.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #15
    Milan Kundera
    “For Sabina, living in truth, lying neither to ourselves nor to others, was possible only away from the public: the moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful. Having a public, keeping a public in mind, means living in lies.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #16
    Milan Kundera
    “Human life occurs only once, and the reason we cannot determine which of our decisions are good and which bad is that in a given situation we can make only one decision; we are not granted a second, third, or fourth life in which to compare various decisions.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
    tags: 241

  • #17
    Milan Kundera
    “Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They are the questions with no answers. A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limit of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #18
    Milan Kundera
    “Looking out over the courtyard at the dirty walls, he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #25
    Oscar Wilde
    “Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #27
    Sylvia Plath
    “So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.”
    sylvia plath, The Bell Jar

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “Do you know what a poem is, Esther?'
    No, what?' I would say.
    A piece of dust.'
    Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'
    And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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