Vladimir Nabokov Quotes About Summer

Quotes about: Summer

• The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Summer, Night, Lightning

  Vladimir Nabokov (2011). “Pale Fire”, p.112, Vintage

• 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

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