Milan Kundera Quotes

Love is simply the name for the desire and the pursuit of the whole.

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.

Love' is the name for our pursuit of wholeness, for our desire to be complete.

Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.

O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.

Love is finding that the things you like best about yourself are not in you at all, but in the person who completes you

Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

Love is the outreach of self toward completion.

Every human longs for peace and love.

Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.

Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do it.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

I think people desperately want to feel love.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

I believe in feeling connected. Love is something that grows, that comes from nourishment; it builds. But there is a great feeling that happens, that is telling you, I don't want to leave this room!

When you come together with your other half, you immediately experience a sense of wholeness and completeness.

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

Longing, felt fully, carries us to belonging.

And so, when a person meets the half that is his very own, whatever his orientation, whether it's to young men or not, then something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don't want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment.

If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for.

The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.

Love is the beginning of the journey, its end, and the journey itself.

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, be all.