The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Direct interference in a person's life does not enter our scope of activity, nor, on the other, tralatitiously speaking, hand, is his… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I think my favorite fact about myself is that I have never been dismayed by a critic's bilge or bile, and have… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The answer to all questions of life and death, "the absolute solution" was written all over the world he had known: it… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Ganin now tried to recapture that scent again, mixed with the fresh smells of the autumnal park, but, as we know, memory… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“and finally there was the sleepless night when i decided to explore and fight the foul, the inadmissible abyss, devoting all my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Life with you was lovely—and when I say lovely, I mean doves and lilies, and velvet, and that soft pink ‘v’ in… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“When the soul adores Him Who guides it through mortal life, when it distinguishes His sign at every turn of the trail,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
As to the rest, I am no more guilty of imitating 'real life' than'real life' is responsible for plagiarizing me. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“What surprises you in life? The marvel of consciousness -- that sudden window swinging open on a sunlit landscape amidst the night… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
And yet I adore him. I think he's quite crazy, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“If I am not master of my life, not sultan of my own being, then no man's logic and no man's ecstatic… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Children of her type contrive the purest philosophies. Ada had worked out her own little system. Hardly a week had elapsed since… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“If there is anything of which I am certain in life it is that I shall never exchange the liberty of my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Whenever in my dreams I see the dead, they always appear silent, bothered, strangely depressed, quite unlike their dear, bright selves. I… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“For life has worn me down: continual uneasiness, concealment of my knowledge, pretense, fear, a painful straining of all my nerves—not to… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“We are duplicitous, we're blind- and it is hard to live, trusting only in life: earthly life is a murky translation from… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip… — 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 Image
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 Image
“Ami azt illeti, Vannak kezdtek nagyon tetszeni a fák is, a csodák is meg az Adák is.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
