Looking out over the courtyard at the dirty walls, he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love. - Milan Kundera

he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love

life is like weeds

Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal return states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or sublime, its horror, sublimity, and beauty mean nothing.

...he took a look at the blond girl's eyes and knew that he must not take part in the rigged game in which the ephemeral passes for the eternal and the small for the big, that he must not take part in the rigged game called love.