3.09.2010

Whenever it starts, it's the right time & when it's over, it's over.




'...love was not an extension of public life but it's antithesis. It meant a longing to put himself at the mercy of his partner. He who gives himself up like a prisoner of war must give up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall. That is why I can say that for Franz, love meant the constant expectation of a blow.'

-Milan Kundera
'The Unbearable Lightness of Being'
pg. 87

3 comments:

  1. i love love love that book <3

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  2. LOVE that book. one of my favorites, for sure.

    <3bria

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  3. i have always loved that part. brillz.

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