More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Life is a message scribbled in the dark.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
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.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
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.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
