Top 48 Lolita Vladimir Nabokov Quotes
#2. The softness and fragility of baby animals caused us the same intense pain. She wanted to be a nurse in some famished Asiatic country; I wanted to be a famous spy.
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#3. Actually she was at least in her late twenties (I never established her exact age for even her passport lied) and had mislaid her virginity under circumstances that changed with her reminiscent moods.
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#6. Good by-aye! she chanted, my American sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this.
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#8. I appealed to her stale flesh very seldom, only in cases of great urgency and despair.
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#9. Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita. Repeat till the page is full, printer.
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#10. While you took a dull doll to pieces and threw its head away.
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#11. Unattached details take all the sparkle out of your conversation.
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#12. My Carmen," I said (I used to call her that sometimes) "we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed." " ... Because, really," I continued, "there is no point in staying here." "There is no point in staying anywhere," said Lolita.
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#13. Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.
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#14. The Girl Scout's motto is also mine. I fill my life with worthwhile deeds such as - well, never mind what. My duty is - to be useful. I am a friend to male animals. I am cheerful. I am thrifty and I am absolutely filthy in thought, word, and deed.
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#17. I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
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#18. Lolita should make all of us - parents, social workers, educators - apply ourselves with still greater vigilance and vision to the task of bringing up a better generation in a safer world.
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#19. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
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#20. I am convinced, however, that in a certain magic and fateful way Lolita began with Annabel.
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#21. The stars that sparkled, and the cars that parkled, and the bars, and the barmen, were presently taken over by her
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#22. And the most poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from the chorus.
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#23. I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don't seem to name their daughters Lolita any more. I have heard of young female poodles being given that name since 1956, but of no human beings.
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#24. My mouth to him was a splendid cave full of priceless treasures, but I denied him entrance.
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#26. For did it not mean I was losing my darling, just when I had secretly made her mine?
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#28. Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.
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#29. I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.
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#30. And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy
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#31. Speak, Memory is strictly autobiographic. There is nothing autobiographic in Lolita.
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#33. She had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.
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#34. It was something quite special, that feeling: an oppressive, hideous constraint as if I were sitting with the small ghost of somebody I had just killed.
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#35. 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.
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#38. I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it, my little one. Lolita girl, brave Dolly Schiller.
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#40. I want pure colors, melting clouds, accurately drawn details, a sunburst above a receding road with the light reflected in furrows and ruts, after rain. And no girls ... There is one subject which I am emphatically opposed to: any kind of representation of a little girl.
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#42. I'm thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art, And this is the only immortality that you and I may share, my Lolita.
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#43. Oh, Lolita, you are my girl, as Vee was Poe's and Bea Dante's, and what little girl would not like to whirl in a circular skirt and scanties?
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#44. For some reason, I kept seeing it - it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina - a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, "pinging" pebbles at an empty can.
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#45. I would see her floating away from me, celestial and solitary, in an ethereal chairlift, up and up, to a glittering summit where laughing athletes stripped to the waist were waiting for her, for her.
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#46. I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling
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#47. My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys.
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