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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'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
Women are like parasitical plants, casting their wild tendrils from one tree to another, till, swollen into tough cordage, they strangle those they embrace, and luxuriate in their decay.
Edward John Trelawny
I'm pretty low-key and try to do fun things.
Malik Jackson
I started recording because I was always complaining about the records that I was getting of my songs. At least if I did them and messed them up, I wouldn't have anyone else to blame.
Randy Newman
We are not loved by our friends for what we are; rather, we are loved in spite of what we are.
Victor Hugo
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
