Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is death. At the end of true … - Milan Kundera

It is always that way: between the moment he meets her again and the moment he recognizes her for the woman he loves, he has some distance to go.

There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.

Darling, my darling, don't think that I don't love you or that I didn't love you, but it's precisely because I love you that I couldn't have become what I am today if you were still here. It's impossible to have a child and despise the world as it is, because that's the world we've put the child into. The child makes us care about the world, think about it's future, willingly join in its racket and its turmoils, take its incurable stupidity seriously.