More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
The contemplation of beauty, whether it be a uniquely tinted sunset, a radiant face, or a work of art, makes us glance back unwittingly at our personal past and juxtapose ourselves and our inner being with the utterly unattainable beauty revealed to us.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
