Milan Kundera: The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

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In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

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We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

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