“The Past, then, is a constant accumulation of images. It can be easily contemplated and listened to, tested and tasted at random, so that it ceases to mean the orderly alternation of linked events that it does in the large theoretical sense.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.comTagged: Past, Memory, History, Remembering
“If my skin were a canvas and her lips a brush, not an inch of me would have remained unpainted and vice versa.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.comTagged: Love, Obsession, Passion, Making Out, Conditional Metaphors
“I love only you, I’m happy only in dreams of you, you are my joy and my world, this is as certain and real as being aware of one’s being alive.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.comTagged: Love, Obsessive Love, You're The Only One, Quote of the Moment, Ways To Say I Love You
“The harmony between neck and eyes is the special, yet scarcely investigated, secret of feminine grace.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.comTagged: Defining Female Beauty, neck, Proportional Beauty
“A definite picture that he knew he had never seen in reality— remained within him more real than any actual memory.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.comTagged: Memory, How Memory Works, Never Happened But Still Real, Imagination, Lies as Truth
“Her charm was too compelling not to be tasted in secret and too sacred to be openly violated.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.comTagged: beauty, Too Beautiful To Posses
“Was she really pretty, at twelve? Did he want— would he ever want to caress her, to really caress her? Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.comTagged: beauty