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Lolita Quotes

“And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Tears, Crying
“Words without experience are meaningless.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: street smarts, Experience Is Learning, Firsthand Experience, Book Smarts Mean Nothing
“You fall apart when I look at ya.”
— Sky Ferreira, Lolita
Tagged: Femme Fatale, Cruel/Beautiful, Looks That Can Kill
“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add...”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Love, Love & Relationships, Passionate Love, In love
“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Thinking, Pessimism, Negativity, Anxiety
“He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Heartbreak, Pain, Broken Heart, Broken Trust, Misery, Failed Relationship
“I want you to come live with me, and die with me, and everything with me.”
— Humbert Humbert, Lolita
Tagged: Love
“We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Thoughts, Things, Words, Meaning, Living, Experience
“Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Love, parting, separation, seeing each other again, meeting someday, Hopelessly In Love
“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Expression of Love, Romantic Comedies, Love and Affection
“I want you to come live with me, and die with me, and everything with me.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Love, Desire, Forever
“Years of secret sufferings had taught me superhuman self-control.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: secret sufferings, Self-Control, self awareness, Self Care, self, Pain, Life
“And I have still other smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into limbless monsters of pain.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Memories, Pain, painful memories, Past
“Solitude was corrupting me.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Solitude, Loneliness, Alone, solitary, Isolation
“Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Meaning Of Life, Existence
“The more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it becomes.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Love, Memory, Past
“They were as different as mist and mast.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Contrasting Analogies, Mist, Describing Difference
“My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.”
— Humbert Humbert, Lolita
Tagged: Colorful Language, Hearts
“Reader must understand that in the possession and thralldom of a nymphet the enchanted traveler stands, as it were, beyond happiness.”
— Humbert Humbert, Lolita
Tagged: Sexual/Love Transcendence
“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Banned Books
“Her eyes pass over me as lightly as they do over the furniture.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Femme Fatale, Humbert Humbert As Object
“There was the day, during our first trip— our first circle of paradise — when in order to enjoy my phantasms in peace I firmly decided to ignore what I could not help perceiving, the fact that I was to her not a boy friend, not a glamour man, not a pal, not even a person at all, but just two eyes and a foot of engorged brawn.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Humbert Humbert As Object
“My heart was like snow.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Favorite Similes/Metaphors
“I recall 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 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, Lolita
Tagged: But Then Gomorrah Calls, Lust, Addiction
“Lolita turned to Eva, and so very serenely and seriously, in answer to something the other had said about its being better to die than hear Milton Pinski, some local schoolboy she knew, talk about music, my Lolita remarked: ‘You know, what’s so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own’; and it struck me, as my automaton knees went up and down, that I simply did not know a thing about my darling’s mind and that quite possibly, behind the awful juvenile clichés, there was in her a garden and a twilight, and a palace gate— dim and adorable regions which happened to be lucidly and absolutely forbidden to me, in my polluted rags and miserable convulsions; for I often noticed that living as we did, she and I, in a world of total evil, we would become strangely embarrassed whenever I tried to discuss something she and an older friend, she and a parent, she and a real healthy sweetheart, I and Annabel, Lolita and a sublime, purified, analyzed, deified Harold Haze, might have discussed— an abstract idea, a painting, stippled Hopkins or shorn Baudelaire, God or Shakespeare, anything of a genuine kind.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Solipsism, Selfish Love
“I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Past, Haunted Memory
“Lust is never quite sure.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Lust, Sex, erotic, The Uneasiness of the Erotic
“By this time I was in a state of excitement bordering on insanity.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Excitement
“For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: fiction, Create Realms
“I find it most difficult to express with adequate force that flash, that shiver, that impact of passionate recognition.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Tagged: Passion, Flash, Meeting Someone, When Words Fail
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