Heart Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov

My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

— Vladimir Nabokov

You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.

— Vladimir Nabokov

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

— Vladimir Nabokov

She was like Marat only with nobody to kill her.

— Vladimir Nabokov

In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.

— Vladimir Nabokov

My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, thought not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“He never saw that dress again and when he mentioned it in retrospective evocation she invariably retorted that he must have dreamt…

— Vladimir Nabokov

I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's…

— Vladimir Nabokov

A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine.…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Occasionally, in the middle of a conversation her name would be mentioned, and she would run down the steps of a chance…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Ada girl, adored girl, [...] I'm a radiant void. I'm convalescing after a long and dreadful illness. You cried over my unseemly…

— Vladimir Nabokov

My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young…

— Vladimir Nabokov

We all have such fateful objects -- it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another -- carefully…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Have you ever happened, reader, to feel that subtle sorrow of parting with an unloved abode? The heart does not break, as…

— Vladimir Nabokov

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the…

— Vladimir Nabokov