All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Some people, and I am one of them, hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Certain tight parentheses have been opened and allowed to spill their still active contents.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Some people-and I am one of them-hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Why did I hope we would be happy abroad? A change of environment is that traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Living does mean accepting the loss of one joy after another, not even joys in her case, mere possibilities of improvement.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The rich philistinism emanating from advertisements is due not to their exaggerating (or inventing) the glory of this or that serviceable article… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
And yet I am happy. Yes, happy. I swear. I swear that I am happy...What does it matter that I am a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I swear I am happy. I have realized that the only happiness in this world is to observe, to spy, to watch,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Then, after all the excitement, I shall experience a certain satiation of suffering--perhaps on the mountain pass to a kind of happiness… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
...and the red sun of desire and decision (the two things that create a live world) rose higher and higher, while upon… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“...I became aware of the world's tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Next morning, his nose still in the dreambag of a deep pillow contributed to his otherwise austere bed by sweet Blanche (with… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“How much happier the wide-awake indolents, the monarchs among men, the rich monstrous brains deriving intense enjoyment and rapturous pangs from the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Where is the happiness, the sunshine, where are those thick skittles of wood which crashed and bounced so nicely, where is my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“It is desirable that the inmate should not have at all, or if he does, should immediately himself suppress nocturnal dreams whose… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“...under no circumstances would he [Humbert Humbert] have interfered with the innocence of a child, if there was the least risk of a row.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“Ami azt illeti, Vannak kezdtek nagyon tetszeni a fák is, a csodák is meg az Adák is.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“It isn’t possible. I cannot imagine it. Come on over here, you foolish little doe, and tell me on what day I shall die.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“Precautions to be taken in the case Of freak reincarnation: what to do On suddenly discovering that you Are now a young and vulnerable… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“It is indeed a tricky name. It is often misspelt, because the eye tends to regard the "a" of the first syllable as a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“(T)here exist friendships which develop their own inner duration, their own eons of transparent time.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
