Quotes About Reading

few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

This is a world of shadows, Daniel, and magic is a rare asset. That book taught me that by reading, I could live more intensely. It could give me back the sight I had lost. For that reason alone, a book that didn't matter to anyone changed my life.

Numa ocasião ouvi um cliente habitual comentar na livraria do meu pai que poucas coisas marcam tanto um leitor como o primeiro livro que realmente abre caminho até ao seu coração.

El señor Sempere creía que Dios vivía un poco, o mucho, en los libros y por eso dedicó su vida a compartirlos, a protegerlos y a asegurarse de que sus páginas, como nuestros recuerdos y nuestros anhelos, no se perdieran jamás, porque creía, y me hizo creer a mí también, que mientras quedase una sola persona en el mundo capaz de leerlos y vivirlos, habría un pedazo de Dios o de vida.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down it's pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

Bea dice que el arte de leer se está muriendo muy lentamente, que es un ritual íntimo, que un libro es un espejo y que sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro, que al leer ponemos la mente y el alma, y que esos son bienes cada día más escasos.

Pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón.

Cada livro, cada volume que vês, tem alma. A alma de quem o escreveu e a alma de quem os leu e viveram e sonharam com ele. De cada vez que um livro muda de mãos, de cada vez que alguém desliza o olhar pelas páginas, o seu espírito cresce e robustece-se.

En una ocasión oí comentar a un cliente habitual en la librería de mi padre que pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón.

No conocía el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandonarse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Al leer ponemos la mente y el alma, y ésos son bienes cada día más escasos.

Under the warm light cast by the reading lamp, I was submerged into a new world of images and sensations peopled by characters who seemed to me as real as my surroundings.

Malo stvari ?itatelja može obilježiti onako kako to ?ini prva knjiga koja prona?e put do njegova srca. Te prve slike, odjek rije?i za koje mislimo da su ostale za nama, prate nas cijeloga života i u našem sje?anju klešu pala?u kojoj ?emo se, ranije ili kasnije - koliko god knjiga pro?itali, koliko god svjetova otkrili, koliko god nau?ili ili zaboravili - jednom vratiti.

Clara, who always seemed to know what I was thinking, suggested that I read from The Shadow of the Wind whenever I liked and that, while we were at it, I might as well start at the beginning.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

The preceding months had been the most bewildering in my strange friendship with Clara. I hardly ever read to her anymore. Clara would systematically avoid being left on her own with me.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a place in our memory to which, sooner or later - no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget - we will return.

el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandoranse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente abre camino hasta su corazón

Under the warm light cast by the reading lamp, I was plunged into a new world of images and sensations, peopled by characters who seemed as real to me as my room. Page after page I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page.

This is a world of shadows, Daniel, and magic is a rare asset. That book taught me that by reading, I could live more intensely.

Al encontrar la puerta con el cartel de CERRADO, empezó a golpear el cristal con los puños. Fermín y Daniel intercambiaron una mirada. - Para que luego digan que en este país la gente no tiene ganas de comprar libros.

My father pretended to be reading his letters. He was a dreadful actor. 'Since when have you liked Wagner?

Until then, reading was just a duty, a sort of fine one had to pay teachers and tutors without quite knowing why. I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.