More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Words without experience are meaningless.
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
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.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
