It is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences {like the meeting of Anna, Vronsky, the railway station, and death or the meeting of Beethoven, Tomas, Tereza, and the cognac}, but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.
( Milan Kundera )
[ The Unbearable Lightness of ]
www.QuoteSweet.com