Love begins with a metaphor, which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetice memory. - Milan Kundera

love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory

To hide and feel guilty would be the beginning of defeat

Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.

The future is only an indifferent void no one cares about, but the past is filled with life, and its countenance is irritating, repellent, wounding, to the point that we want to destroy or repaint it. We want to be masters of the future only for the power to change the past.