CALIDØRA

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Letters to Vèra

Vladimir Nabokov

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from letters to véra by vladimir nabokov

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Vladimir Nabokov on his Letters to Vera:

"Kisses, my love, from your eyebrows down to your knees and back".

"My love, I seal you with six kisses: eyes, mouth … and the others I shan’t tell you."

"Kisses, my love, deep ones, to the point of fainting".

"Kisses, my sweet, I kiss all possible and impossible little things – and then, very carefully – my Life!"

"Kisses, on your eyes – and further, along the black tape. Love you".

"… I kiss you – but won’t say where, there are no words for that".

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‘I’m so infinitely used to you that I now feel myself lost and empty: without you, my soul. You turn my life into something light, amazing, rainbowed – you put a glint of happiness on everything – always different: sometimes you can be smoky-pink, downy, sometimes dark, winged – and I don’t know when I love your eyes more – when they are open or shut.’

— Vladimir Nabokov in a letter to his wife Véra, 13 August 1924.

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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

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“Here, I’ll tell you – with my love I could have filled ten centuries of fire, songs, and valour – ten whole centuries, enormous and winged, – full of knights riding up blazing hills – and legends about giants – and fierce Troys – and orange sails – and pirates – and poets."

─ Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

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[une-reveuse]

"You came into my life-not as one comes to visit (you know, “not taking one’s hat off”) but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps."

─ Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

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Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

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there are days when i adore you just a little more than a human being can adore— and today is one of them

-Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera

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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

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— Vladimir Nabokov in a letter to his wife Véra, 8 July 1926.

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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra 

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I can't explain where all my love for you came from. It's as if we once raised a child, baby fingers gripping pinkies, or died together on a bed of dandelions. It's as if I were the moon and you were the sun. Always convincing each other the next day was worth rising for. And when I was too caught up in being the ocean, you never forgot to remind me what your earth felt like. I don't know if we'll finally collide in this century, but I am certain I have loved you in more than a thousand different lifetimes...

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i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.

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If I offered my heart, I believe you would accept it. But that heart is already laid on a sacred altar: the fire is arranged round it. It will soon be no more than a sacrifice consumed.

Charlotte Brontë, from ‘Jane Eyre’

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— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home