“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
“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
“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
“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
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
“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other...” — 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
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
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
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
There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity. — 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
“...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
