Milan Kundera Quotes

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

The weak may be joked out of anything but their weakness.

There is something wrong about the man who wants help. There is somewhere a deep defect, a want, in brief, a need, a crying need, somewhere about that man.

The reliance of our race upon the progress and achievements of others for a consideration in sympathy, justice and rights is like a dependence upon a broken stick, resting upon which will eventually consign you to the ground.

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

He had found my worst weakness: I was one of those people who was desperate to be needed, to matter to someone.

How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.

You don't have to love me. Just don't leave me," he said against my leg

Sometimes you’re loved because of your weaknesses. What you can’t do is sometimes more compelling than what you can.

It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.

It's a very dangerous state. You are inclined to recklessness and kind of tune out the rest of your life and everything that's been important to you. It's actually not all that pleasurable. I don't know who the hell wants to get in a situation where you can't bear an hour without somebody's company.

And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.

...an old man is twice a child.

What is getting older if it isn't learning more ways that you're vulnerable?

I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.

His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him.

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.

The hearts that never lean must fall.

As soon as we find ourselves working at being indispensable, rigging up a pattern of vulnerability in our loved ones, we know that our love has taken the socially sanctioned form of egotism.

Sometimes you don't realize how dependent you are on just a few people, and if they disappear, suddenly you can be thrown on your own resources, which may be limited, and you're really in a fix. So I think that's authentic to the experience that it might be very lonely.