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    Leo Tolstoy
    “He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #2
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #3
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.

    "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #4
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #5
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #6
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

  • #7
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #8
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #9
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you―on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck―even then. And afterwards―perhaps most of all afterwards―I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B... without looking, or, without lifting the pencil... or in some other way... we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn. If they do this kind of thing to me every morning, they will get me trained and I shall become quite wooden.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #10
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #11
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #12
    Truman Capote
    “You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

  • #13
    Truman Capote
    “Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

  • #14
    Truman Capote
    “You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

  • #15
    James Joyce
    “Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #16
    Don DeLillo
    “How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn't they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”
    Don DeLillo, White Noise
    tags: fear

  • #17
    Don DeLillo
    “No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.”
    Don DeLillo, White Noise

  • #18
    Don DeLillo
    “Sometimes I see something so moving I know I’m not supposed to linger. See it and leave. If you stay too long, you wear out the wordless shock. Love it and trust it and leave.”
    Don DeLillio, Underworld

  • #19
    Don DeLillo
    “There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist?”
    Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

  • #20
    Don DeLillo
    “All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots. ”
    Don DeLillo, White Noise

  • #21
    Don DeLillo
    “That's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in routine things.”
    Don DeLillo, White Noise

  • #22
    Don DeLillo
    “Facts are lonely things”
    Don DeLillo, Libra

  • #23
    Don DeLillo
    “Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.”
    Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

  • #24
    Don DeLillo
    “What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.”
    Don DeLillo, Don DeLillo's White Noise

  • #25
    Don DeLillo
    “It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”
    Don DeLillo, White Noise

  • #26
    Don DeLillo
    “Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, 'I know this feeling. I was here before.”
    Don DeLillo, White Noise

  • #27
    Toni Morrison
    “Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.”
    Toni Morrison, Jazz

  • #28
    Toni Morrison
    “In this country American means white. Everybody else has to hyphenate.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #29
    Toni Morrison
    “She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?”
    Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

  • #30
    Toni Morrison
    “Love is never any better than the lover.”
    Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye



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