Lolita Quotes
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
You have to be an artist and a madman — a creature of infinite melancholy — with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied.
She was like the only proof that there is beauty in this world.
She was the only light in my dark universe.
Every passing minute without her feels like an eternity.
She was not just a girl, she was an experience.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.
To possess Lolita would be the ultimate conquest.
Her beauty was a force of nature, a hurricane that consumed me.
In her eyes, I found paradise.
Her laughter was like music to my ears.
Our love was a forbidden dance, a dangerous game we couldn’t resist.
I would have given up everything for her, even my soul.
She was the epitome of temptation.
In her presence, I lost all sense of time and space.
She was a puzzle I longed to solve, a mystery I couldn’t resist.
Her touch ignited a flame within me that could never be extinguished.
My heart longed for her, even when my mind knew it was wrong.
She was my muse, my inspiration, my reason to exist.
She was the embodiment of love and lust, desire and danger.
I would have fought the world for her, if only she had asked.
Love is not logical, it is a force that defies reason.
She was the only thing that made sense in a chaotic world.
Her presence was intoxicating, like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
She was a masterpiece in human form, a work of art that captivated my soul.
Her beauty was both a blessing and a curse, a gift that was both a joy and a torment.
I was willing to sacrifice everything for her, even my own happiness.
In her eyes, I saw a reflection of my own desires and demons.
She was the embodiment of innocence corrupted, a temptation I couldn’t resist.
Our love was a tragedy waiting to unfold, a story that could only end in sorrow.
She was the missing piece of my puzzle, the one thing that completed me.
She was a breath of fresh air in a world filled with darkness.
She was the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel.
Her smile was like sunshine on a rainy day, a ray of hope in a world consumed by despair.
She was a dream I never wanted to wake up from, a fantasy that became my reality.
In her arms, I found solace from the chaos of the world.
Her laughter was infectious, a sound that brought joy to my weary soul.
She was my North Star, guiding me towards a love that was both forbidden and intoxicating.
She was the ember that set my soul ablaze, a fire that consumed me from within.
Her beauty was a weapon she wielded with grace, a power that could bring even the strongest men to their knees.
She was a force of nature, a wild spirit that could not be tamed.
With her, everything was heightened, every touch, every kiss, every moment.
She was the muse that inspired my greatest works, the inspiration behind every word.
In her presence, I felt alive, like I was finally living instead of merely existing.
She was the epitome of forbidden love, a temptation I could not resist.
She was a flame that burned bright in the darkness, a light that guided me towards redemption.
In her eyes, I saw my own reflection, a reflection of the darkness that consumed me.
She was a drug I couldn’t quit, an addiction I couldn’t break free from.