Now time has a very different look; it is no longer the conquering present capturing the future; it is the present conquered and captured and carried… - Milan Kundera

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

هل بالإمكان إدانة ماهو زائل ؟ إن غيوم المغيب البرتقالة تضفي على كل شيء ألق الحنين ، حتى على المقصلة

Tereza knew what happens during the moment love is born: the woman cannot resist the voice calling forth her terrified soul; the man cannot resist the woman whose soul thus responds to his voice.