Top 15 Jaroslav Kalfař Quotes

In this future, we were free of systems. Other humans went on to become symbols, sacrificed their lives to serve. Other humans handled the torture, the coups, the healing. We simply sowed, harvested, and drank a bit before dinner. No one tried to take what was ours. We had too little. We were invisible, and in this slower life we were our own gods.

Do you feel free?"
"I feel like I've lost too much."
"Freedom can feel that way.

Thus we never see the true State of our Condition, till it is illustrated to us by its Contraries; nor know how to value what we enjoy, but by the want of it.

I couldn’t exist here. In the world that had come into being due to my absence.

My father never did anything else after that," Valerie said. "Mostly, he became a drunk. But a man only needs one thing to be proud of. It will carry him through the rest of his life.

I wanted the basic needs of human existence—satiation of hunger, good health, love—to take on the shapes of small fruits we could plant and harvest. But who would be the plantation owners, and who the harvesters?

What did you expect? the core asked me. No, I asked that of myself. Another projection. My desperation to ascribe personality and will to capricious outcomes of chaos. The true kings of the world, elements and particles, had no agenda except movement.

The universe assigned the tasks of speaking and kissing to the lips because there is never a need to do both at the same time.

Being of use to the world doesn’t always mean having your name in the papers...My plea to you is, think beyond celebrity. Do you think Tesla cared if he had his picture taken? Think of whether you’re any good to anyone, truly.

I wonder which group I belong to. Can I be with the youth, the hedonists turning Prague into a playground of the Old Continent? Or does my destination, the science department of Univerzita Karlova, put me in with that other dreaded group, the adults, those who get up in the morning and know exactly how their day will unravel, those who live on the exchange system of work, awaiting their grave with quiet politeness?

To fear a truth! Blasphemy!

Death would be so much easier to dance with if it weren’t surrounded by the clutter of civilization.

His presence was soothing, but his existence incomprehensible.

Miracles were nonsense, mere coping mechanisms.

I have visited a few astronauts, but all three either ignored me or prayed. The senseless chanting, I confess, repulsed me.