The border between good and evil is terribly fuzzy.

Nothing requires a greater effort of thought than arguments to justify the rule of non-thought.

If I had two lives, in one life I could invite her to stay at my place, and in the second life I could kick her out. Then I could compare and see which had been the best thing to do. But we only live once. Life's so light. Like an outline we can't ever fill in or correct... make any better. It's frightening".

God has been kind to dogs in no putting a sense of beauty into their heads.

Aren't we living in a world where heedless men only desire decapitated women?

Tereza's mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything. Her words had the ring of truth, backed as they were by the experience of a woman who had lost everything because of her child. Tereza would listen and believe that being a mother was the highest value in life and that being a mother was a great sacrifice. If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.

It was futile to attack with reason the stout wall of irrational feelings that, as is known, is the stuff of which the female mind is made.