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She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was through her sadness.
— Milan Kundera
The ludicrous element in our feeling does not make them any less authentic.
— Milan Kundera
Lucie had been many things to me: a child, a source of comfort, a balm, an escape from myself; she was literaly everything for me but a woman.
— Milan Kundera
Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass! The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass! It is the second tear that makes kitsch kitsch. The brotherhood of man on earth wil be possible on a basis of kitsch.
— Milan Kundera
But was it love? Was it simply the hysteria of a man who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it?
— Milan Kundera
Love is a battle she said smiling, And I plan on going fighting 'til the end. Love is a battle? well, I don't feel at all like fighting, and he left.
— Milan Kundera
He took a look at the blond girl's eyes and knew that he must not take part in the rigged game in which the ephemeral passes for the eternal and the small for the big, that he must not take part in the rigged game called love.
— Milan Kundera
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.
— Milan Kundera
Love begins with a metaphor. Love begins at a point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
— Milan Kundera
Consciousness of being loved separates a woman from the herd
— Milan Kundera
That is the secret of poetry. We burn in the woman we adore, we burn in the thought we espouse, we burn in the landscape that moves us
— Milan Kundera
when it's a question of wahre Liebe, true love, the beloved hardly matters.
— Milan Kundera