Love Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov

“My solemn exasperation was to her the silence of love.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“I love you, I’m waiting for you unbearably.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

...(hot, opalescent, thick tears that poets and lovers shed)...

— Vladimir Nabokov

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

— Vladimir Nabokov

Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“If sex is the sermon made of art, love is the lady of that tower.”

— Vladimir Nabokov

I think it is all a matter of love.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes”

— Vladimir Nabokov

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“She comes when classes are to start, She gathers up last midnight’s clutter – burnt cigarettes, a rusted pen nib”

— Vladimir Nabokov

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.

— Vladimir Nabokov

To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.

— Vladimir Nabokov

There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.

— Vladimir Nabokov

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

— Vladimir Nabokov

“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other...”

— Vladimir Nabokov

“We loved - and it has all gone, somewhere... We loved - and now our love is frozen, and now it lies,…

— 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

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

“And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita. She would…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“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

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Your voice, through the beelike hum, was remote and anxious. It kept sliding into the distance and vanishing. I spoke to you…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“A moment later I heard my sweetheart running up the stairs. My heart expanded with such force that it almost blotted me…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“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

“...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

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

— Vladimir Nabokov

“It was love at first touch rather than at first sight, for I had met her several times before without experiencing any…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“She considered me as if grasping all at once the incredible -- and somehow tedious, confusing and unnecessary -- fact that the…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“During the two months of our stay at Biarritz, my passion for Colette all but surpassed my passion for Cleopatra. Since my…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“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

“And what agony, thought Krug the thinker, to love so madly a little creature, formed in some mysterious fashion (even more mysterious…

— 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

I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there…

— Vladimir Nabokov

I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her…

— Vladimir Nabokov