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    Vladimir Nabokov
    “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #2
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #3
    C.S. Lewis
    “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #4
    C.S. Lewis
    “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

    At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #5
    C.S. Lewis
    “We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #6
    C.S. Lewis
    “For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

    But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?

    How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed



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