Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece
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Vladimir Nabokov
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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.

By Vladimir Nabokov

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.

By Vladimir Nabokov

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

By Vladimir Nabokov

Let all of life be an unfettered howl.

By Vladimir Nabokov

Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.

By Vladimir Nabokov

Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me.

By Vladimir Nabokov

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

By Vladimir Nabokov

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

By Vladimir Nabokov

(T)here exist friendships which develop their own inner duration, their own eons of transparent time.

By Vladimir Nabokov
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