“Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.” — Milan Kundera, Immortality (trans. Kussi)
The bearable happiness of being
December 7th, 2011 · No Comments
Tags: Lit & Crit
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