Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise – a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames – but still a paradise.

Author   Vladimir NabokovTopics   Paradise Struggle, Emotional Chaos, Love Resilience, Struggle, Chaos, Resilience Copy Share on Share on Facebook Share on Pinterest Share on Twitter

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