More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
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.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
