Milan Kundera | On the Vanity of Words

"And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concot sentences ... so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated, their content lost, they turned into trash, chaff, dust, sand. And what he yearned for at that moment, vaguely but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sounds, a pleasant and happy all encompassing, over powering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all the pain, the futility, the vanity of words"
* today I am seeking this too.


  1. oh sam. did you stop during the movie eat pray love at the part where she is wearing an "i am in silence" button and say i need one of those! haha because i did. i am trying to learn to listen. because all my life i have been a "chatter-bug" "social butterfly" etc. and i am beginning to realize how much i may be missing. how important at times it is to be silent, and to listen.

  2. Oh cassy, you always know me to a T. I've always wanted (and failed) to be the person with an air of mystery. Contemplative, who only speaks when it's something momentous.

    I am trying to be better, to ask provoking questions and to truly be silent during the answer.

    It's difficult to be quiet when your head is so loud, isn't it?


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