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“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.” -- Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)
Without you I wouldn’t have moved this way, to speak the language of flowers.
“Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)
I think of you today, beloved friend, as I think of no other living person. And as I think of you Life becomes better and higher and much more beautiful.
Kahlil Gibran (1883 – 1931), from a letter to Mary Elizabeth Haskell (1873-1964)
You understand my every thought, -- and my every hour is full of your presence -- and I am all a song about you ...
Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (August 24, 1924), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)
My love, your letters ... are simply wonderful, - they're almost touches, and that is the greatest thing you can say about a letter. I adore you.
Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (August 24, 1924), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)
My tender Mosquittle, I love you. I love you, my superlative Mosquittle ... My sweet creature ... I don't know "pleasure" and "suffering", I only know "happiness" and "happiness", i.e., the "thought of you" and "you yourself."
Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (June 17, 1926), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)
you are in my heart — you are in my heart
Mary Elizabeth Haskell (1873-1964), from a letter to Kahlil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
I am going to rest. I shall close my eyes and turn my face to the wall and think and think and think of you — you the mountain climber — you the life hunter.
Kahlil Gibran (1883 – 1931), from a letter to Mary Elizabeth Haskell (1873-1964)
