Ali

“I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it, my little one. Lolita girl, brave Dolly Schiller.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“دریغا که بار دگر شام شد / سراپای گیتی سیه فام شد

همه خلق را گاه آرام شد / مگر من، که رنج و غمم شد فزون

جهان را نباشد خوشی در مزاج / بجز مرگ نبود غمم را علاج

ولیکن در آن گوشه در پای کاج / چکیده ست بر خاک سه قطره خون”
― صادق هدایت, سه قطره خون

“This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. 'It is true', he replied, 'but you would do well not to believe it.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons

“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita