What happens when the world sleeps
Shh. Let me whisper something to you tonight.
“In the 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” ~ Milan Kundera
“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms us or touches us that makes our lives beautiful. From the time he met Tereza, no woman had the right to leave the slightest impression on that part of his brain.” ~ Milan Kundera
“This is madness,” she said, and the artist embraced her again. This time she neither resisted his touch nor reciprocated. She stood in his arms like a body without a soul. The artist whispered into this inert body’s ear, “yes, it’s mad. Love is either madness or nothing at all.” ~ Milan Kundera
“Memories float in the air with lost words of mine, misunderstanding that is my sorrowful sign.” ~ Bliss
“Never trust the clouds, they change. Never trust the river, it runs. Trust me… because I stay” ~ Eli
“When all the bills have been unrolled, and your story has been untold; tell me if it was worth it, to see the whole damn thing unfold.” ~ Martha Wainwright
“For life takes us through throngs of shallow people that may take away the splendor of the world; reality makes us tipsy and we talk the way as we were giving an oration, we make a consent with the devil of virtue and our conceit render the enchantment of beauty.
But then our ventures ravish our bodies and reveal new desire behind other, intensify our emotions; our words conceal our feelings and our moans reveal them; and we are taken to the decent kitsch, put onto a canvas where no color ever runs, where every stroke is accepted graciously and kindly.” ~ L. Bliss
Shh. Please keep quiet. The world still sleeps so we’re still free.
We have a Milan Kundera fan! So, did you like the film verson of The Unbearable Lightness of Being or the book better?
I am an old fan of him :)) After all, he was Czech :) But I read him in English anyway :D obviously I liked the book more. I love Juliette Binoche and film was nice but didn’t come up to my expectations since I read the book first. So the book is definitely the best. :)
Wonderful… Lenka!
Okay, this is an odd one: What I remember most from the book is a comment about how a married couple had spent so many years “inhaling each other’s odors”, among other things. It’s strange what you remember.