It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“If sex is the sermon made of art, love is the lady of that tower.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“She comes when classes are to start, She gathers up last midnight’s clutter – burnt cigarettes, a rusted pen nib” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other...” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“We loved - and it has all gone, somewhere... We loved - and now our love is frozen, and now it lies,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, thought not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita. She would… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“...Van tortured himself with thoughts of insufficient filial affection—a long story of unconcern, amused scorn, physical repulsion, and habitual dismissal. He looked… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“In spite of everything I love you, and will go on loving you–on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“A moment later I heard my sweetheart running up the stairs. My heart expanded with such force that it almost blotted me… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Your voice, through the beelike hum, was remote and anxious. It kept sliding into the distance and vanishing. I spoke to you… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“You couldn't get more original than Laura. Laura. Yes, she was an original, all right. One of a kind. Did they break… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“During the two months of our stay at Biarritz, my passion for Colette all but surpassed my passion for Cleopatra. Since my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“She considered me as if grasping all at once the incredible -- and somehow tedious, confusing and unnecessary -- fact that the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“It was love at first touch rather than at first sight, for I had met her several times before without experiencing any… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“And what agony, thought Krug the thinker, to love so madly a little creature, formed in some mysterious fashion (even more mysterious… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me, unfolding its melting fringes and overwhelming me with the sense of… — 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
![“Ada girl, adored girl, [...] I'm a radiant void. I'm convalescing after a long and dreadful illness. You cried over my unseemly scar, but now life is going to be nothing but love and laughter, and corn in cans. I cannot brood over broken hearts, mine is too recently mended.” quote by Vladimir Nabokov](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/fd0/vladimir-nabokov-198_ada_ada-girl-adored-girl-i-m-a-radiant-void_1657001.jpg)
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