200+ "Vladimir Nabokov" Quotes And Sayings

Vladimir Nabokov was born in St. Petersburg in 1899. His family fled to Berlin in 1917, when the Bolsheviks took power. He studied medicine at Trinity College in Cambridge, graduating with honors in 1921 Read more

He later received honorary degrees from Harvard University, Princeton University, and the University of Geneva. He married Vera Slonim in 1930, with whom he had three children. Nabokov died in Montreux, Switzerland, in 1977.

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at...
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It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. Vladimir Nabokov
I think it is all a matter of love the...
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I think it is all a matter of love the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes Vladimir Nabokov
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I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her —after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred— I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever—for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)—and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again—and 'oh, no, ' Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure—all would be shattered. Vladimir Nabokov
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Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. Vladimir Nabokov
Human life is but a series of footnotes to a...
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Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece Vladimir Nabokov
Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much,...
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Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is. Vladimir Nabokov
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
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Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Vladimir Nabokov
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land,...
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Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. Vladimir Nabokov
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The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Vladimir Nabokov
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We all have such fateful objects -- it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another -- carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break. Vladimir Nabokov
The square root of I is I.
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The square root of I is I. Vladimir Nabokov
All religions are based on obsolete terminology.
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All religions are based on obsolete terminology. Vladimir Nabokov
You have to be an artist and a madman...
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You have to be an artist and a madman... Vladimir Nabokov
Light in comparison with darkness is a void.
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Light in comparison with darkness is a void. Vladimir Nabokov
We live in a stocking which is in the process...
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We live in a stocking which is in the process of being turned inside out, without our ever knowing for sure to what phase of the process our moment of consciousness corresponds. Vladimir Nabokov
Why did I hope we would be happy abroad? A...
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Why did I hope we would be happy abroad? A change of environment is that traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely. Vladimir Nabokov
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Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths–until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about. Vladimir Nabokov
While the scientist sees everything that happens in one point...
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While the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time. Vladimir Nabokov
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The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive, of passing or having passed, or hoping to pass, through certain intense human emotions. It was a phenomenon of orientation rather than of art, thus comparable to stripes of paint on a roadside rock or to a pillared heap of stones marking a mountain trail. But then, in a sense, all poetry is positional: to try to express one's position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. Tentacles, not wings, are Apollo's natural members. Vivian Bloodmark, a philosophical friend of mine, in later years, used to say that while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time. Vladimir Nabokov
No jewels, save my eyes, do I own, but I...
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No jewels, save my eyes, do I own, but I have a rose which is even softer than my rosy lips. And a quiet youth said: 'There is nothing softer than your heart.' And I lowered my gaze... Vladimir Nabokov