Milan Kundera Quotes

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

I can't give any absolute definition of what love is, or even whether it ought to exist.

You say you’re sure? Sure that you’re in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple?

I always thought my questions were wrong questions because no one else asked them. Maybe no one thought of them. Maybe darkness got there first. Maybe I am the first light touching a gulf of ignorance... Maybe my questions matter.

I always say I write because I have lots of questions, not because I have any answers.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

The experience of life teaches us that being like someone in love is more real, because everything is uncertain.

You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly. "Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.

Love is random; fear is inevitable.

If I faltered, there would be no arms to hold me and the world would be a cold and forbidding place.

I know now that everybody in the arts is forever a beginner. Experience counts for a great deal and very little. Every night onstage I feel I am starting from scratch, still not quite sure what I am doing and where I am going, thrown by the simplest thing that goes wrong.

I know I got to be right now Cause I can't get much wronger

Whatever we think about and question a lot becomes questionable.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

I get a little scared of words like maturity.

What are men? Children who doubt.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

Insecurity is the result of trying to be secure.

Can you tell me where to find Tobias'? I ask. When I imagine his face, affection for him bubbles up inside of me and all I want to do is kiss him. 'Four, I mean. He's so handsome, isn't he? I don't really understand why he likes me so much. I'm not very nice, am I?' -Tris

I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.

I worry hope will crush me, the way love has so many times before. Are they so different, hope and love? O & E in the same place, half of the other in each word. Both swimming in unknowns. I’ve been through the big changes. These ones should seem easier in comparison, I should be more prepared, but they don’t and I’m not. Sometimes I feel like a broken-wing butterfly, clinging to a window screen. Afraid to let go. Afraid to stay. Wondering how much wing is enough to fly.

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.

I've never been trained as an actress, so it's all instinct. I just let myself go into this kind of a free fall. Sometimes I feel scared, or out of my element - like everyone else knows what they're doing but me. I don't know . . . Maybe I function well with fear or I like to be faced with a challenge . . . I think I'm just a work in progress.

Dreamily the Princess stood up. "I'm not sure if I can walk," she said. "Then I'll carry you." "Is that what love is?" "I no longer know what love is. A week ago I had a lot of ideas. What love is and how to make it stay. Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.

I offer Emily half of my hit of acid- Love Saves the Day. It's my second or third time tripping, Emily's first, and she's understandably trepid. Awake all night, at one point I find her touching her reflection in a cruelly lit dorm bathroom, asking if she'll ever be the same. I kiss her then for the first time and whisper, No.