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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.

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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

I had always thought that wringing one’s hands was a fictional gesture — the obscure outcome, perhaps, of some medieval ritual; but as I took to the woods, for a spell of despair and desperate meditation, this was the gesture (look, Lord, at these chains!) that would have come nearest to the mute expression of my mood.

World | Child |

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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

One is always at home in one's past.

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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

What is this jest in majesty? This ass in passion? How do God and Devil combine to form a live dog?

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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

This, to use an American term in which discovery, retribution, torture, death, eternity appear in the shape of a singularly repulsive nutshell, was it.

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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.

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Voltaire, pen name of François-Marie Arouet NULL

A single part of physics occupies the lives of many men, and often leaves them dying in uncertainty.

Children | Commerce | People | Commerce |

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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

Under no circumstances would he [Humbert Humbert] have interfered with the innocence of a child, if there was the least risk of a row.

Children | Man |

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Vimala Thakar

But being a religious person, I would like to question the validity of everything for myself. That is the essence of religion, which is humility. Not to accept anything unless you understand the meaning there of, personally in your life. If you accept without understanding, you will be imposing upon the mind. And then you are neither true to the mind, nor true to the meaning. The essence of religion, which is humility, lies in uncovering the meaning of life, uncovering the meaning of every moment, learning the meaning for ourselves.

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Vimala Thakar

It is not sufficient that a few in society penetrate to the depths of living and offer fascinating accounts about the oneness of all beings. What is necessary in these critical times is that all sensitive and caring people make a personal discovery of the fact of oneness and allow compassion to flow in their lives. When compassion and realization of oneness becomes the dynamic of human relationship, then humankind will evolve.

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Virginia Satir

It is easy to see how adolescence becomes so frustrating, and old age so abhorrent, to many people. The life line is disempowered at two major points: at the beginning and at the end. The only acceptable place is in the middle. Power is conferred only on adults. It is denied to youth and seniors.

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Virginia Satir

Just as a sailor's fate depends on knowing that the bulk of the iceberg is under the water, so a family's fate depends on understanding the feelings and needs that lie beneath everyday family events.

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Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. The lamp in the spine does not light on beef and prunes.

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Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf

I have lost friends, some by death ... others by sheer inability to cross the street.

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Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf

Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.

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Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf

I understand Nature’s game—her prompting to take action as a way of ending any thought that threatens to excite or to pain. Hence, I suppose, comes our slight contempt for men of action—men, we assume, who don’t think. Still, there’s no harm in putting a full stop to one’s disagreeable thoughts by looking at a mark on the wall.

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Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf

She picked up a book now and then, one of her brother's perhaps, and read a few pages. But then her parents came in and told her to mend the stockings or mind the stew and not moon about with books and papers ... Perhaps she scribbled some pages up in an apple loft in the sly, but was careful to hide them or set fire to them.

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Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf

What she loved was this, here, now, in front of her; the fat lady in the cab. Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? but that somehow in the streets of London, on the ebb and flow of things, here there, she survived. Peter survived, lived in each other, she being part, she was positive, of the trees at home; of the house there, ugly, rambling all to bits and pieces as it was; part of people she had never met; being laid out like a mist between the people she knew best, who lifted her on their branches as she had seen the trees lift the mist, but it spread ever so far, her life, herself.

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Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf

We have our responsibilities as readers and even our importance. The standards we raise and the judgments we pass steal in the air and become part of the atmosphere which writers breathe as they work. An influence is created which tells upon them even if it never finds its way into print.

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Virginia Woolf, nee Stephen, fully Adeline Virginia Woolf

Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story? That I do not know. Hence I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for some one to wear them. Thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then an· other I do not cling to life. I shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower. My philosophy, always accumulating, welling up moment by moment, runs like quicksilver a dozen ways at once.

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