I doubt that the hedonist ideal could ever be achieved; I’m afraid the sort of life it advocates for us may not be compatible with human nature.
Milan Kundera, slowness.
Today is the day when I’ll get back to my usual routine from the world of calculus and transfer functions. I’ll read, and try to accommodate.
The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives our every move its meaning is totally unknown to us.
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via adhocbookclub)
Once the writer in every individual comes to life, we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.
Book of laughter and forgetting.