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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
Words without experience are meaningless.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
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.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
