Vladimir Nabokov Quotes
My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys.Vladimir Nabokov
Quotes to Explore
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The censor's sword pierces deeply into the heart of free expression.
Earl Warren -
It's hard to say how certain stories just punch us in the heart and the brain at the same time at the end. I suppose that's what we're all looking for. But each story has its own valence, its own way of saying goodbye to you.
T. C. Boyle -
Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, I will always be in your heart, and if you hate me, I will be in your mind.
Qandeel Baloch -
Only a fortunate few seek the Beloved. Only a blessed few seek to enter the shrine of the heart.
Dada Vaswani -
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Walter Scott -
I time everything. I'm a scientist at heart.
Ina Garten
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I am a man who is noble. I have a good heart, but at the same time, I'm a little malicioso. There's no way of hiding that side.
Maluma -
Choosing forgiveness opens the door of your heart and makes way for a miracle in your life.
Victoria Osteen -
We were in the heart of the ghetto in Chicago during the Depression, and every block - it was probably the biggest black ghetto in America - every block also is the spawning ground practically for every gangster, black and white, in America too.
Quincy Jones -
Commitment and creativity cannot be captured and handcuffed. Inspiration cannot be jailed. The heart cannot be contained.
Gary Zukav -
Nobody could like Donald Trump, surely, except his mother. No one really likes The Donald. But how can you not have respect for a guy who's been down on the floor and just keeps coming back? Nothing will keep Donald Trump down until they drive a wooden stake in his heart and a silver bullet in his brain.
Felix Dennis -
I have even written a book about Wine called The Grapes of Ralph.
Ralph Steadman
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In order to be discipled by others a person must have a trusting heart, one that listens even when it doesn't fully comprehend or see the end result.
Ed Townsend -
In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
Every actor in his heart believes everything bad that's printed about him.
Orson Welles -
When you fly to New York, sometimes they put you on hold and you just go round and around in a holding pattern. Sometimes in a concert, I feel other spirits in a holding pattern that they want to land through my heart and through my fingers.
Carlos Santana Santana -
We've got our own daylight to get bad thoughts away, and we talk with that light - our star in our heart. We take away what's unimportant.
Indra Devi -
The heart of the theater is the play itself, how it dramatizes life to make it meaningful entertainment. To achieve depth and universality, the playwright must subject himself to intense critique, to know human character and behavior, and finally to construct art from the most mundane of human experience.
F. Sionil Jose
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Why should we build our happiness on the opinons of others, when we can find it in our own hearts?
Jean-Jacques Rousseau -
My daughter, when she was a week old, was diagnosed with congenital heart disease. For the past thirteen years, she's had four major heart surgeries. She's a candidate for - and must have - heart replacement surgery in order to have a long life.
Nick Cassavetes -
No dictator, no invader, can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms forever.
J. Michael Straczynski -
I grew up reading the 'Village Voice' and wanting to be one of these multidisciplinary music writers, film writers, book writers. And I lucked out getting a job at the 'Voice' right after college.
Colson Whitehead -
My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys.
Vladimir Nabokov