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
Quotes to Explore
'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
If a person wants to enjoy attention, he will create situations to get it.
Imtiaz Ali
I'll tell you what I really enjoy. We all go to the movies, we all watch television, we know what they're about, how they work. When the main character is a cop or a spy, it's very exciting, but I also very much enjoy when the main characters are nobodies - a trucker.
Nathan Fillion
Our Lord's conception of discipleship is not that we work for God, but that God works through us.
Oswald Chambers
If I have a choice between looking something up and making it up, I'll make it up every time.
W. P. Kinsella
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
