More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
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.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
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.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
