Vladimir Nabokov Quotes About Memories

Quotes about: Memories

• I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Love, Memories, Thinking

  Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (1973). “Strong opinions”, McGraw-Hill Companies

• I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Memories, Heart, Sunset

• Memory overshadows the present and dims the future "into something thicker than its usual pea soup."

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Memories, Usual, Soup

• There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored skin," "thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "big bright mouth"); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita).

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Memories, Eye, Dark

  Vladimir Nabokov (2011). “The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated”, p.66, Vintage

• Have you ever happened, reader, to feel that subtle sorrow of parting with an unloved abode? The heart does not break, as it does in parting with dear objects. The humid gaze does not wander around holding back a tear, as if it wished to carry away in it a trembling reflection of the abandoned spot; but in the best corner of our hearts we feel pity for the things which we did not bring to life with our breath, which we hardly noticed and are now leaving forever. This already dead iventory will not be resurrected in one's memory.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Memories, Heart, Reflection

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

• You lose your immortality when you lose your memory.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Memories, Immortality, Loses

  Vladimir Nabokov (2012). “Ada or Ardor”, p.492, Penguin UK

• My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Summer, Mother, Memories

  Vladimir Nabokov (2016). “Lolita”, p.3, Hamilton Books

• A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling. Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Summer, Memories, Reality

  Vladimir Nabokov (2012). “Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited”, p.57, Penguin UK

• Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive. Remembered ones dress up for the occasion and sit still. Memory is a photo-studio de luxe on an infinite Fifth Power Avenue.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Memories, Dark, Remembrance

  "Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle". Book by Vladimir Nabokov, 1969.

• It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens with age-strange, strange are the mishaps of memory.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Memories, Age, Strange

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

• I witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory, which is the masterly use it makes of innate harmonies when gathering to its fold the suspended and wandering tonalities of the past.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Memories, Past, Achievement

  Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (1996). “Novels and Memoirs, 1941-1951”, Library of America

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