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Milan Kundera

"Eventually we come to know and understand a lot of things, but it's too late, because a whole life has already been determined at a stage when we didn't know a thing."

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"Eventually we come to know and understand a lot of things, but it's too late, because a whole life has already been determined at a stage when we didn't know a thing."

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"Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets."

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"Why do we come to the world, only to suffer and depart? This is a unsolved misery."

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"It seems it has been my fate to sadden those I should have made happy."

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"All people at root are time optimists. We always think there's enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens and then we stand there holding on to words like 'if'."

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"Sometimes you do not like the situation. But you have to endure for awhile."

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"There were many, many times thereafter that Don regretted having enlisted - but so has every man who ever volunteered for military service."

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"She regretted the explanation immediately, but that was because she always regretted everything."

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