Vladimir Nabokov Quotes
Down you go, but all the while you feel suspended and buoyed as you somersault in slow motion like a somnolent tumbler pigeon, and sprawl supine on the eiderdown of the air, or lazily turn to embrace your pillow, enjoying every last instant of soft, deep, death-padded life, with the earth's green see-saw now above, now below, and the voluptuous crucifixion, as you stretch yourself in the growing rush, in the nearing swish, and then your loved body's obliteration in the Lap of the Lord.
Vladimir Nabokov
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I really enjoy laughing at work, and I find that it's easier to do that when you're shooting a comedy.
Natalie Zea
'Lord of the Rings' was about saving the world, big time, big duties.
Ian Mckellen
If you don't lose, you cannot enjoy the victories. So I have to accept both things.
Rafael Nadal
I make sure that whatever film I do, I enjoy my role.
Hansika Motwani
If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears.
Isaac Hayes
We had a great dramatics department in school, so I did a lot of plays and theatre there. Later, when I was the captain of our student's ward, I figured out that if you find something you really love to do, you don't have to work for the rest of your life! You can just have fun and still excel in it because you enjoy what you do.
Randeep Hooda
I feel like people are starting to come around and embrace rock. Because I guess they're getting sick of the stale sounds of certain electronica. They kind of get really bored with the fact that it's so self-indulgent.
Jason Reece
The Black
Our body has this defect that, the more it is provided care and comforts, the more needs and desires it finds.
Saint Teresa of Avila
That's what I find so special: when you actually imagine something. But really, when it comes to you in a dream, and then you can bring it to life on the screen, it's very powerful.
Robert Trujillo
Metallica
Down you go, but all the while you feel suspended and buoyed as you somersault in slow motion like a somnolent tumbler pigeon, and sprawl supine on the eiderdown of the air, or lazily turn to embrace your pillow, enjoying every last instant of soft, deep, death-padded life, with the earth's green see-saw now above, now below, and the voluptuous crucifixion, as you stretch yourself in the growing rush, in the nearing swish, and then your loved body's obliteration in the Lap of the Lord.
Vladimir Nabokov
