Vladimir Nabokov

Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#nabokov #time #family

All religions are based on obsolete terminology. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#philosophy #philosophy-of-religion #religion #theology #translation

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

#poetry #science #science

One is always at home in one's past... ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#nostalgia

I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#memory #beauty

The lost glove is happy. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#loss #melancholy #melancholy

Satire is a lesson, parody is a game. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#lesson #parody #satire

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. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#art

Devices which in some curious new way imitate nature are attractive to simple minds. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#simple-minds #nature

Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#change