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Wspomnienie nie dawao mu spokoju. Mona je byo wytrzyma przez chwil i to tylko z perspektywy nieuleczalnej choroby w wyranym przeczuciu nadchodzcej mierci. Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 67
Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 67
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 56
Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 56
When we remember our former selves there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor on a lighted threshold at the far end of some impeccably narrowing corridor. Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 21
Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 21
I see again my schoolroom in Vyra the blue roses of the wallpaper the open window. Everything is as it should be nothing will ever change nobody will ever die. Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 17
Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 17
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 15
Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 15
How small the cosmos a kangaroos pouch would hold it how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness to a single individual recollection and its expression in words Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 14
Vladimir Nabokov#Memory 14
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