Lolita Quote by Vladimir Nabokov Download Open image ““Enchia-me o peito uma tempestade de soluços.”” — Vladimir Nabokov ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Lolita
“Então deixe-me entender direito – falei. Preciso ir para o mundo inferior confrontar o Senhor dos Mortos. – Confere – disse Quíron. – Para… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“As sociedades modernas vivem tempos insanos. A serenidade é um artigo de luxo” — Augusto Cury Copy Share Image
“Se ensinares, ensina ao mesmo tempo a duvidar daquilo que estás a ensinar.” — José Saramago Copy Share Image
“todas as terras que um súdito descobre, pertencem, de direito, à coroa.” — Jonathan Swift 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
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
“Rope-skipping, hopscotch. That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a nymphet was… — 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 out. I hitched up the pants of my pajamas, flung the door open: and simultaneously Lolita arrived, in her Sunday frock, stamping, panting, and the she was in my arms, her innocent mouth melting under the ferocious pressure… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“The softness and fragility of baby animals caused us the same intense pain. She wanted to be a nurse in some famished Asiatic country;… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“History, lie of our lives, mire of our loins. Our sins, our souls. Hiss-tih-ree: the tip of the pen taking a trip of three steps (with one glide) down the chronicle to trap a slick, sibilant character. Hiss. (Ss.) Tih. Ree. He was a pig, a plain pig, in the morning, standing five feet ten on one hoof. He was… — Brian Celio Copy Share
“Heart-Shaped Glasses (When the Heart Guides the Hand), the first single from Eat Me, Drink Me, features a video filmed by Titanic director James Cameron. In it, Manson croons to Wood, who – with bobbed hair, gloves and a demure frock – blankly masturbates in an audience of writhing lesbians, Manson’s image reflected in her heart-shaped glasses. I wanted to… — Antonella Gambotto-Burke Copy Share
“They are beautiful, heart-rendingly beautiful, those wilds, with a quality of wide-eyed, unsung, innocent surrender that my lacquered, toy-bright Swiss villages and exhaustively lauded Alps no longer possess. Innumerable lovers have clipped and kissed on the trim turf of old-world mountainsides, on the innerspring moss, by a handy, hygienic rill, on rustic benches under the initialed oaks, and in so… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“Prizing elegance, sweet emotions, and fantasy more than morals and truth; wallowing in fleeting romance rather than trying to give meaning to life, when who knows what's going to happen to you anyway; ignoring virtue and conventions to cherish only the pleasures you are definitely experiencing now: this is the Cocoro of Rococo. No matter how much deep thought, hard… — novala takemoto Copy Share
“In a nervous and slender-leaved mimosa grove at the back of their villa we found a perch on the ruins of a low stone wall. She trembled and twitched as I kissed the corner of her parted lips and the hot lobe of her ear. A cluster of stars palely glowed above us between the silhouettes of long thin leaves;… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share
“And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only been defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
