–Do you believe in God?
–The question is does God believe in me?
A normal man, given a group photograph of school girls and asked to point out the loveliest one, will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them.
A paradise with a sky the color of hell flames, but a paradise all the same.
and despite our tiffs, despite all the fuss and the faces she made and the danger and hopelessness of it all… despite all that… i was in paradise. paradise whose skies were the color of hellflames, but a paradise, still. –humbert humbert
Do you believe in God?
The question is, does God believe in me?
Don’t tell Mother, but I ate your bacon.
his presence was as real to me as my own breath. –humbert humbert
I could hear the melody of children at play,but what I noticed was not that Lolita was not by my side, but the absence of her coice in the melody.
i do have a natural grace. you know, a sad kind of beauty. –lolita
i felt more and more uncomfortable. it was something quite special, that feeling. an oppressive, hideous constraint, as if i were sitting with the small ghost of somebody i’d just killed. –humbert humbert
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’d 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 would fade and wither… i didn’t care. i would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face. –humbert humbert
i sealed my fate gratefully. –humbert humbert
I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you did to me.
i was a daisy-fresh girl and look what you’ve done to me. –lolita
I was not quite prepared for the reality of my dual role. On the one hand, the willing corrupter of an innocent and on the other, Humbert, the happy houewife.
If my happiness could have spoke, it would have filled the room with a deafaning roar. my only regret is that i did not lokck the door, drop off key number 432 and leave the town, the country, the planet that very moment.
ladies and gentlemen of the jury
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I was not even her first lover.
leave here and come with me and die with me and everything with me. –humbert humbert
Little Lo, I’m afraid, doesn’t enter into the picture at all.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta.
Murder me like you murdered my mother!
my sin, my soul: lolita. — humbert humbert
No, you asked me if I’ve made my bed.
No. I’m Spartacus. Have you come to free the slaves or something?
Paradise, who’s skies were the color of hell flames
See ya…
she stands unrecognized by them, unconcious herself of her fantastic power. –humbert humbert
she was ‘lo’, plain ‘lo’ in the morning standing 4 foot 10 in one sock. she was ‘lola’ in slacks. she was ‘dolly’ at school. she was ‘delores’ on the dotted line. in my arms she was always… lolita. — humbert humbert
The child I loved was gone, but I kept looking for her — long after I had left my own childhood behind.
the shock of her death froze something in me. the child i loved was gone, but i kept looking for her long after i’d left my own childhood behind. the poison was in the wound, you see, and the wound wouldn’t heal. — humbert humbert
the shock of her death froze something in me. the child i loved was gone. but i kept looking for her long after i’d left my own childhood behind. the poison was in the wound, you see, and the wound wouldn’t heal. –humbert humbert
What I heard then was the melody of children at play. Nothing but that. And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.
what i heard then was the melody of children at play. nothing but that. and i knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus. –humbert humbert
you look 100% better when i can’t see you. –lolita
You’re out of your gourd Humbey.
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