Milan Kundera Quotes

Man is an emotional animal, occasionally rational; and through his feelings he can be deceived to his heart's content.

Only hidden and undetected oratory is really insidious. What reaches the heart without going through the mind is likely to bounce back and put the mind out of business.

The intellect is no longer the chairman of the board - it is an employee. It becomes a tool in the service of the heart.

Her heart is older than her head; yea, her emotion is the mother of her reason

Some people accuse us of too much emotionalism. I say we have too little. That is why we are losing church people to other interests. We need not only to capture their minds; we've got to touch their hearts. We've got to make people feel their faith.

When the heart is won, the understanding is easily convinced.

As the growing emphasis on feelings crowds out reason, facts will play a smaller role in public discourse.

You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.

Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.

Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.

I do believe that almost everything I do is based on my feelings, not on my intellect. Though But we won't chase ourselves up the particular sentiment, or we'll get lost.

Consult the wisdom of your heart as well as your mind.

I think when you know so deep in your heart that you just to listen to your intuition and follow your heart, theres no right or wrong thing to do.

The heart has its reasons that the mind knows not?

Beware of feelings, Father. They are the biggest liars in us. They make truth what we want it to be.

She really was pretty, for a grown-up person, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative. I wonder what I would have done if she had smiled at me like that now: whether I would have handed my mind or my heart or my identify to her for the asking, as my father did.

The heart has such an influence over the understanding, that it is worth while to engage it in our interest.

When a society has doubts about its future, it tends to produce spokesmen whose main appeal is to the emotions, who argue from intuitions, and whose claim to be truth-bearers rests solely on intense personal feeling.

The heart yields spontaneity; the mind bends to understanding.

She looked so irresistibly beautiful as she said those brave words that no man alive could have steel his heart against her.

If my heart could do my thinking, would my brain begin to feel?

The passion to interpret as madness that with which we disagree seems to have infected the best of contemporary minds.

A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her lover. This is all the more true when that woman is young, pretty, and so decollete as to emerge from the neck of her gown in the costume of Eve.

Tragedy can break the heart but not the dam of the tearducts while schmaltz can dissolve the most hardened sophisticate.