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Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.
Vladimir Nabokov
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What this quote means

The quote explores the complexity of attraction, suggesting that true beauty can often be intertwined with emotional turmoil.

In this quote, Vladimir Nabokov reflects on the ambiguous nature of beauty and attraction. The speaker questions whether the woman in question fits conventional standards of beauty, but simultaneously acknowledges that she embodies more profound qualities such as exasperation and torture, indicating that love and attraction can often lead to emotional conflict and pain.

Themes

BeautyAttractionLoveEmotionTurmoil

In practice

Example use cases

In a romantic movie discussion about complex relationships.

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