February 2012
82 posts
Seriously, all the Nabokov fans
mizzfaulkner:
Lolita ain’t got shit on Pale Fire. Peace out.
“Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion,...”
– James Joyce, The Dead (via like-a-leaf-in-the-fire)
“With relief, with humiliation, with terror, he understood that he also was an...”
– Jorge Luis Borges in “The Circular Ruins” (via menageme)
“Perhaps it is not-being that is the true state, and all our dream of life is...”
– Marcel Proust (via bardsandsages)
“He would make Odette play him the phrase again, ten, twenty times on end,...”
– Swann’s Way Proust (via yastapasta)
“The lie, the perfect lie, about people we know, about the relations we have had...”
– Marcel Proust, The Captive (via rantsandravingsofashinykey)
speakmnemosyne:
The universe of this night has the vastness of oblivion and the precision of a fever.
—Jorge Luis Borges, Insomnia
“…the present is undefined, that the future has no other reality than as present...”
– Jorge Luis Borges “Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius” (via coryhall)
“Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood...”
– Marcel Proust (via timemedleystyle)
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Dmitri Vladimirovich Nabokov May 10, 1934–February...
“Silence, I believe, avoids me, as water on the beach avoids stranded fish.”
– Franz Kafka (via kafkaesque-world)
“His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the...”
– James Joyce (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“Our life together was alliterative, and when I think of all the little things...”
– (via rarararambles)
dearrrachel asked: "Pretentious literary quotes and pictures of fine-ass ladies." Immediate follow. Let's be friends.
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“Does nobody understand?”
– James Joyce’s last words (via transaquam)
“History is a nightmare I’m trying to wake up from”
– James Joyce (via the-words-which-bind)
“Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a...”
– James Joyce (via philphys)
“For regret, like desire, seeks not to analyse but to gratify itself. When one...”
– Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove (via postoutpost)
“Things, events that occupy space yet come to an end when someone dies may make...”
– Jorge Luis Borges, “The Witness” (via outofthedarkness)
“It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint,...”
– Marcel Proust (via kawarim0no)
“Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, Selected Letters, 1940-1977 (via wearediamonds)
“Memory belongs to the imagination. Human memory is not like a computer that...”
– Alain Robbe-Grillet in the Paris Review (via fsgbooks)