Identity Quotes

“...no one can do a thing about feelings, they exist and there's no way to censor them. We can reproach ourselves for some action, for a remark, but not for a feeling, quite simply because we have no control at all over it.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Remembering our past, carrying it around with us always, may be the necessary requirement for maintaining, as they say, the wholeness of the self. To ensure that the self doesn’t shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flowers, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friends. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“ليس للبرجوازية الحق في الحياة، الفن الذي لا تفهمه الطبقة العاملة يجب أن يزول، لا قيمة للعلم الذي يخدم مصالح البرجوازية، الذين يعلمونه يجب أن يطردوا من الجامعة، لا حرية لأعداء الحرية. وكلما زادت الجملة التي كان يتلفظ بها عبثية زاد اعتزازه بها لأن الذكاء الكبير جداً هو، وحده، القادر على حقن الأفكار المجنونة بحس منطقي”
― ميلان كونديرا, الهوية

“If hatred strikes you, if you get accused, thrown to the lions, you can expect one of two reactions from people who know you: some of them will join in the kill, the others will discreetly pretend to know nothing, hear nothing, so you can go right on seeing them and talking to them. That second category, discreet and tactful, those are your friends. 'Friends' in the modern sense of the term. Listen, Jean-Marc, I've known that forever.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?

You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Anyhow, he asks himself, what is an intimate secret? Is that where we hide what's most mysterious, most singular, most original about a human being? Are her intimate secrets what make Chantal the unique being he loves? No. What people keep secret is the most common, the most ordinary, the most prevalent thing, the same thing everybody has: the body and its needs, it maladies, its manias - constipation, for instance, or menstruation. We ashamedly conceal these intimate matters not because they are so personal but because, on the contrary, they are so lamentably impersonal. How can he resent Chantal, for belonging to her sex, for resembling other women, for wearing a brassiere and along with it the brassiere psychology? s if he didn't himself belong to some eternal masculine idiocy! They both of them got their start in that putterer's workshop where their eyes were botched with the disjointed action of the eyelid and where a reeking little factory was installed in their bellies. They both of them have bodies where their poor souls have almost no room. Shouldn't they forgive that in each other? Shouldn't they move beyond the little weaknesses they're hiding at the bottom of drawers? He was gripped by an enormous compassion, and to draw a final lune under that whole story, he decided to write her one last letter.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Darling, my darling, don't think that I don't love you or that I didn't love you, but it's precisely because I love you that I couldn't have become what I am today if you were still here. It's impossible to have a child and despise the world as it is, because that's the world we've put the child into. The child makes us care about the world, think about it's future, willingly join in its racket and its turmoils, take its incurable stupidity seriously.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“From the top of the staircase she sees the London train, modern and elegant, and she tells herself again: Whether it's good luck or bad to be born onto this earth, the best way to spend a life here is to let yourself be carried along, as I am moving at this moment, by a cheerful, noisy crowd moving forward.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Leroy interrupted Chantal's fantasies: "Freedom? As you live our your desolation, you can be either unhappy or happy. Having that choice is what constitutes your freedom. You're free to melt your own individuality into the cauldron of the multitude either with a feeling of defeat or euphoria.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Pain doesn't listen to reason, it has it's own reason, which is not reasonable”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“At what exact moment did the real turn into the unreal, reality into reverie? Where was the border? Where is the border?”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“لِماذا تَكوُن رغبات شحاذ أقل احتراماً من رغبات رجل أعمال ؟ إن لرغباته ، كونها بلا أمل صفة لا تُقدر بثمن : إنها حرة وصادقة !.”
― ميلان كونديرا, Identity

“ليس الأمر إنهما يتبادلان الكراهية ، أو أن اللامبالاة حلّت محل الحب .. لا تستطيعين قياس المحبة المتبادلة بين كائنين بشريين بكمية الكلمات التي يتبادلانها !”
― ميلان كونديرا, Identity

“To where," added Leroy, "resides the answer to your question: why are we living? what is essential in life?" He looked hard at the lady. "The essential, in life, is to perpetuate life: it is childbirth, and what precedes it, coitus, and what precedes coitus, seduction, that is to say kisses, hair floating in the wind, silk underwear, well-cut brassieres, and everything else that makes people ready for coitus, for instance good chow - not fine cuisine, a superfluous thing no one appreciates anymore, but the chow everyone buys - and along with chow, defecation, because you know, my dear lady, my beautiful adored lady, you know what an important position the praise of toilet paper and diapers occupies in our profession. Toilet paper, diapers, detergents, chow. That is man's sacred circle, and our mission is not only to discover it, seize it, and map it but to make it beautiful, to transform it into song. Thanks to our influence, toilet paper is almost exclusively pink, and that is a highly edifying fact, which, my dear and anxious lady, I would recommend that you contemplate seriously.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“To ensure that the self doesn't shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flowers, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friends.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's very beautiful. But what would they nourish their intimate talk with? However contemptible the world may be, they still need it to be able to talk together.'
'They could be silent.'
'Like those two, at the next table?' Jean Marc laughed. 'Oh, no, no love can survive muteness.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“كيف يمكن معاناة غياب من هو حاضر ؟!”
― ميلان كونديرا, Identity

“Rekao bih da je količina dosade, ako se dosadu može izmjeriti, danas mnogo veća nego nekoć. Jer su nekadašnja zanimanja, barem velikim dijelom, bila nezamisliva bez strastvene predanosti: seljaci zaljubljeni u svoju zemlju; moj djed, čarobnjak lijepih stolova; postolari su znali napamet stopala svojih suseljana; šumari; vrtlari; pretostavljam da su tada čak i vojnici ubijali sa strašću. Pitanje smisla života nije se postavljalo, bilo je njima posve prirodno, u njihovim radionicama, njihovim poljima. Svako je zanimalnje stvorilo vlastiti način mišljenja, vlastiti način postojanja. Liječnik je razmišljao drugačije od seljaka, vojnik se ponašao drukčije od učitelja. Danas smo svi jednaki, ujedinjeni zajedničkom ravnodušnošću prema svom poslu. Ta ravnodušnost postala je strašću. Jednom velikom kolektivnom strašću našega doba.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“He thought: that's certainly how it starts. One day a person puts his legs up on a bench, then night comes and he falls asleep. That's how it happens that one fine day a person joins the tramps and turns into one of them.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“اگر بلندپروازی نداشته باشی و تشنه موفق شدن و به رسمیت شناخته شدن نباشی در آستانه سقوط قرار میگیری”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Yes, they have. It was back when they still didn't know each other by name. In the great hall of a mountain lodge, with people drinking and chattering around them, they exchanged a few commonplaces, but the tone of their voices made it clear that they wanted each other, and they withdrew into an empty corridor where, wordlessly, they kissed. She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue into Jean Marc's mouth, eager to lick whatever she would find inside. This zeal of their tongues was not a sensual necessity but an urgency to let each other know that they were prepared to make love, right away, instantly, fully and wildly and without losing a moment.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“That is why she dislikes dreams: they impose an unacceptable equivalence among the various periods of the same life, a leveling contemporaneity of everything a person has ever experienced; they discredit the present by denying it its privileged status.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“En vivant votre misère, vous pouvez être malheureuse ou heureuse. C'est dans ce choix que consiste votre liberté. Vous êtes libre de fondre votre individualité dans la marmite de la multitude avec un sentiment de défaite, ou bien avec euphorie. (...) notre seule liberté est de choisir entre l'amertume et le plaisir. L'insignifiance de tout étant notre lot, il ne faut pas la porter comme une tare, mais savoir s'en réjouir. (ch. 43)”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Friendship is indispensable to man for the proper function of his memory. Remembering our past, carrying it with us always, may be the necessary requirement for maintaining, as they say, the wholeness of the self. To ensure that the self doesn't shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flowers, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friends. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Jean-Marc ergueu-se para ir buscar a garrafa de conhaque e dois copos. E, depois, de uma golada: - No fim da minha visita ao hospital, ele começou a contar recordações. Recordou-me aquilo que eu teria dito quando tinha dezasseis anos. Nesse momento compreendi o único sentido da amizade tal como hoje é praticada. A amizade é indispensável ao homem para o bom funcionamento da sua memória. Lembrar-se do passado, trazê-lo sempre consigo, é talvez a condição necessária para conservar, como se costuma dizer, a integridade do eu. Pare o eu não encolha, para que mantenha o seu volume, é preciso regar as recordações como as flores de uma vaso, e essa rega exige um contacto regular com testemunhas do passado, isto é, com amigos. Eles são o nosso espelho, a nossa memória; não se exige anda deles, apenas que de vez em quando puxem o lustro a esse espelho para que nos possamos mirar nele. Mas estou –me nas tintas para o que fazia no liceu! O que sempre desejei desde a primeira juventude, talvez desde a infância, foi algo completamente diferente: a amizade como um valor acima de todos os outros. Gostava de dizer: entre a verdade e o amigo, escolho sempre o amigo. Dizia-o por provocação, mas pensava-o a sério. Hoje sei que essa máxima era arcaica. Podia ser válida para Aquiles, o amigo de Pátroclo, para os mosqueteiros de Alexandre Dumas, até ao Sancho, que apesar dos desacordos era um verdadeiro amigo do seu amo. Mas já não o é para nós. Vou tão no meu pessimismo que hoje posso preferir a verdade à amizade.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Chantal se siente a salvo, porque la voz de Jean-Marc es la voz del amor, la voz cuya existencia había olvidado en aquellos momentos de desconcierto, la voz del amor que la acaricia y la relaja, pero para la que todavía no está preparada; como si esa voz llegara de lejos, de demasiado lejos; tendrá que escucharla aún durante bastante tiempo para creer en ella.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“Ni jedna ljubav ne može preživjeti u šutnji.”
― Milan Kundera, Identity

“الخلط بين المظهر الجسدي للمحبوبة ومظهر آخر: كم مرة سبق له ان عاش ذلك؟ عاشه دائماً بالدهشة ذاتها: هل الفرق بينها وبين الآخريات إذن بهذه الضآلة؟ كيف يمكن أن لا يعرف كيف يتعرف على طيب أحب الكائنات إليه، طيب الكائن الذي يعده لا مثيل له؟!”
― Milan Kundera, الهوية