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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
Life is a message scribbled in the dark.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
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.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
