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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
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.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
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 have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
