1. The unbearable lightness of life

——The title of a work by Kundera

We often feel the hardship and heaviness of life, and we have witnessed it countless times Reflecting on the distortion and deformation of life under various pressures, "Ordinaryness has suddenly become people's most real desire. But we have inadvertently missed another kind of fear - peace without expectations and no need to pay, which is actually in Consume the vitality and spirit of life.

2. If everyone in the world has the power to assassinate from a distance, human beings will become extinct in a few minutes.

——"For." Farewell Party"

We can't forget the innocent eyes of a child during the war. She quietly faced the fighter planes flying past the bullets in the air, and the precision-guided bombs roaring in the distance. Crossing the night sky of the city, facing the artillery fire from tanks and vehicles that destroyed the homes of her parents and brothers, facing the fleeing people gasping and wailing in a pool of blood...

3. Human beings laugh when they think about God. .

——Title of a speech by Kundera

Don’t worry about God’s laughter, His laughter is full of understanding and trust only when human beings are willful and selfish. It is still under His control. Only when human beings are not destroying their own existence, only when human beings constantly reflect on their own weaknesses and strive to discover the beautiful light in human nature, will God send out such joyful words. Laughter. Maybe if humans stop thinking, God will be angry.

4. People have always wanted to rewrite their own biography, change the past, erase the traces, erase their own, and erase others. , it is far from simple to want to forget.

"The Unbearable Lightness of Life"

In fact, the real heroes do not care about their origin. From now on, I start to choose mine carefully. In life, I no longer let myself get lost in various temptations. I have heard the call from the distance in my heart. I no longer need to look back and care about the rights and wrongs behind me. I have no time to care about the past. I want to move forward.

5. In this world, every step we take must be controlled and recorded

——"Recognition"

Never think that we can escape. , every step we take determines the final outcome, and our steps are heading towards the end of our own choice.

6. Come, let us really make them jealous.

"Living Elsewhere"

Come, let us put on the most beautiful clothes and walk on the streets, laugh heartily and loudly, let all eyes look at us, let us really make them jealous. , let us experience love vigorously, embrace sweetly and passionately on the green grass, let our fingers touch each other and soothe each other, let us really make them jealous

——Milan Kundera " Quotations from "Identity"

In today's world, every move of each of us is controlled and recorded. There are cameras everywhere in those big shopping malls to monitor us. People are crowded together, one after another, and they even know how to have sex. On the second day, I was interrogated by people who were conducting investigations or research. . . How could a person avoid surveillance and completely disappear without leaving even a trace? (ch. 1)

She can't even commit suicide, because suicide means betrayal, unwillingness to wait any longer, and complete loss of patience. She will live in endless terror for the rest of her life. (ch. 1)

It is unbearable that dreams turn different periods in a person's life into equal values, and level everything that a person has lived into a simultaneity. ; The dream denies the privileged position of the present, making it less important. (ch. 2)

I always think that after death, people are still alive. I was thinking that death is an endless nightmare. (ch. 3)

This is the true and only meaning of friendship: to hold the other person in a mirror in which he can see his former self. Without friends nagging endlessly about the memories, this image might have been erased forever.

(ch. 12)

Men become fathers. They are not fathers, but only fathers, that is, fathers without the authority of a father. (ch. 14)

According to him, advertising accomplishes this poetic goal after a long interval. It transforms some simple daily necessities into poetry. Thanks to advertising, everyday life begins to sound like music. (ch. 10)

He smiled, a smile that suggested distance. This is very elegant. The more powerful you are, the more personable you must appear. (ch. 10)

No matter how much he said he loved her and thought she was beautiful, it was useless. His lover's eyes could not comfort her. For the gaze of love is a gaze that makes her body the only one. . . . . . No, what she needs is not a look of love, but the inundation of strangers', rude, and lustful looks. These looks have no kindness, no choice, no tenderness, no courtesy, and cannot be escaped or avoided. Bet on her. It is this gaze that keeps her within the social group of men, while the gaze of love draws her out of it. (ch. 13)

When she was sixteen or seventeen, she was particularly fond of a metaphor; was it something she thought of, heard, or read somewhere? It doesn't matter. She wanted to be a kind of rose fragrance, a fragrance that spreads everywhere, conquering everywhere. She hopes to penetrate all men and embrace the whole world through men. The fragrance of roses spreads everywhere: it is a metaphor for an affair. This metaphor opens up as she approaches adulthood, like a romantic promise to mingle tenderly with men, an invitation to a journey through all men. However, she was not born to be a woman who often changed lovers. This hazy, lyrical dream soon fell asleep in a peaceful and happy marriage. (ch. 14)

A person can suffer from missing his (her) lover in the presence of him (her), if he (she) vaguely sees the future in which the lover will not be around; the death of the lover, although it is still visible Not visible, but already perceptible. (ch. 14)

She was happy that she had no affair. Romance is a way of embracing the world. She no longer wished to embrace the world. She stopped thinking about the world. (ch. 14)

She is happy and happy because she has no affair or desire for affair. She thought of her metaphor, and saw a rose that withered quickly, like in a fast-moving movie, and soon only a small stem remained, black, and disappeared forever among them* **In the white world of dinner night: roses melt into white. (ch. 14)

Remembering one's past and keeping it hidden within oneself may be necessary to maintain what one calls the coherence of one's self. In order to prevent the self from shrinking, in order to maintain its size, the memory must be watered from time to time, just like watering the flowers in the basin, and this watering needs to be done with some witnesses of the past, that is, with friends. They maintain regular and regular contact. (ch. 16)

Friends are our mirrors and our memories; we ask nothing from them, we just hope that they will always polish the mirror so that we can see ourselves in it. (ch. 16)

Between truth and friends, I will always choose friends. (ch. 16)

Friendship, to me, proves that there is something stronger than ideology, religion, or nation. (ch. 16)

Friendship is a man's problem, their romance. (ch. 16)

It is because of children that we become attached to the world, consider its future, participate in its noises, its commotions, and take its hopeless follies seriously. (ch. 19)

The eyes are the windows of the soul, the center of beauty of the face, and the gathering point of individual characteristics; but at the same time they are a visual tool that needs to be constantly washed, moistened, and treated with a A special liquid containing salt is used to protect it. (ch. 21)

Every profession creates its way of thinking, its way of being.

A doctor thinks differently from a farmer, a soldier behaves differently from a teacher. Today we are all the same, united by the unanimous indifference with which we face our work. This indifference became passion. This is the only passion of our time. (ch. 26)

It is a beautiful thing when two people love each other and want to be alone and isolated from the world. But what do they use to nourish their daily face-to-face encounters? As despising as the world was, they needed it to carry on the conversation. (ch. 26)

Our only freedom is to choose between bitterness and happiness. Since our destiny is the meaninglessness of everything, we cannot carry it with us as a stain, but as a stain. Be good at being happy about it. (ch. 43)

I will never let go of you. I'm going to keep watching you. (ch. 51)

I'm afraid my eyes will blink. I'm afraid that in the second my eyes go out, a snake, a mouse, or another person will suddenly slip into your place. (ch. 51)

He tried to lift himself up and touch her lips. She shook her head: "No, I just want to look at you." Then she said: "I want the lights to stay on all night, every night." (ch. 51)

Immortality, It is the shadow of death or the brother and sister. When you see him, you also see her.

——"Immortal"

Speed ??is a form of trance, which is a gift given to people by the technological revolution. A runner is the opposite of a motorcyclist. He always has his own presence on his body, and he always has to think about the calluses on his feet and panting. When he runs, he feels his weight and age, and he is more aware of himself and his years than ever before.

——"Slow"

Beguiled by the voice of Utopia, they desperately squeezed into the door of heaven, but when the door slammed shut in the depths, they all found themselves in hell inside. Moments like this make me feel that history always likes to laugh.

——"Joke"

Meeting is a matter of two people, but leaving is a decision of one person. Meeting is a beginning, but leaving is to meet the next departure. This is a world where leaving is popular, but none of us are good at saying goodbye. ——Milan Kundera

From "Living Elsewhere"

Our only freedom is to choose between pain and sorrow and joy. Everything is meaningless, it is our destined destiny. We must not bear it as a burden, but we should know how to get fun from it. ————"Identity"

When you are still with me, I begin to miss you because I know you are about to leave. "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"