Vladimir Nabokov Quote

She had spent all her life in feeling miserable; this misery was her native element; its fluctuations, its varying depths, alone save her the impression of moving and living. What bothers me is that a sense of misery, and nothing else, is not enough to make a permanent soul. My enormous and morose Mademoiselle is all right on earth but impossible in eternity.


Speak, Memory: A Memoir (ed. 1951)


She had spent all her life in feeling miserable; this misery was her native element; its fluctuations, its varying depths, alone save her the...

She had spent all her life in feeling miserable; this misery was her native element; its fluctuations, its varying depths, alone save her the...

She had spent all her life in feeling miserable; this misery was her native element; its fluctuations, its varying depths, alone save her the...

She had spent all her life in feeling miserable; this misery was her native element; its fluctuations, its varying depths, alone save her the...