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Unbearable Lightness Quotes

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Portia de Rossi
“Average. It was the worst, most disgusting word in the English language. Nothing meaningful or worthwhile ever came from that word.”
Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain

Portia de Rossi
“I don't know where this pressure came from. I can't blame my parents because it has always felt internal. Like any other parent, my mother celebrated the A grades and the less-than-A grades she felt there was no need to tell anybody about. But not acknowledging the effort that ended in a less than perfect result impacted me as a child. If I didn't win, then we wouldn't tell anyone that I had even competed to save us the embarrassment of acknowledging that someone else was better. Keeping the secret made me think that losing was something to be ashamed of, and that unless I was sure I was going to be the champion there was no point in trying. And there was certainly no point to just having fun.”
Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain

Portia de Rossi
“You don't have to be emaciated or vomiting to be suffering. All people who live their lives on a diet are suffering.”
Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain

Portia de Rossi
“I wondered if that's what aging felt like. That desire and reality were dueling until the day you die, that nobody every got to a place of peace. I had always wanted to get old so I didn't have to care anymore, but I began to think that it would be best just to skip the getting older part and just die.”
Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain

Milan Kundera
“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 always totally unknown to us. Sabina was unaware of the goal that lay behind her longing to betray. The unbearable lightness of being —was that the goal?”
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being