Vladimir Nabokov Quotes About Dreams

Quotes about: Dreams

• Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dream, Educational, Snow

  Vladimir Nabokov, Michael Scammell (1963). “The gift”

• ...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dream, Dust, World

  Vladimir Nabokov (2017). “Insomniac Dreams: Experiments with Time by Vladimir Nabokov”, p.148, Princeton University Press

• It is certainly not then-not in dreams- but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower. And although nothing much can be seen through the mist, there is somehow the blissful feeling that one is looking in the right direction.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dream, Truth, Past

  Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (1989). “Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited”

• I don't want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dream, Elderly, Personality

  "Sigmund Says: And Other Psychotherapists' Quotes" edited by Bernard Nisenholz, (p. 6), 2006.

• It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dream, Snow, Genius

  Vladimir Nabokov, Michael Scammell (1963). “The gift”

• Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you love me thus!

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dream, Country, Years

  Vladimir Nabokov (2016). “Lolita”, p.5, Hamilton Books

• I am surrounded by some sort of wretched specters, not by people. They torment me as can torment only senseless visions, bad dreams, dregs of delirium, the drivel of nightmares and everything that passes down here for real life.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dream, Real, People

  Vladimir Nabokov (2012). “Invitation to a Beheading”, p.29, Penguin UK

• Just like a man grieving because he has recently lost in his dreams some thing that he had never had in reality, or hoping that tomorrow he would dream that he found it again. That is how mathematics is created; it has its fatal flaw.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dream, Reality, Men

  Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (1979). “Five novels”

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