Quotes About Reading

She had always thought of it as being rich, having so many books she has yet to read.

True, she never got a real M.B.A., but she had taken courses online and worked her way through list after list of so-called Great Books. She read the newspaper carefully. She was better informed on current events than almost anyone she knew. To have Sophie laugh at her, to throw her lack of formal education in her face— That

Read The Ghost Writer and American Pastoral, then get back to me. What about your father?

Where are you getting your material—Portnoy's Complaint?" "What does an Irish lass named Monaghan know from Portnoy and afikomens? I imagine you reading James Joyce and drinking

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Of course, she had paid for her books –most of them. Like almost every other bibliophile on the planet, Tess had books, borrowed from friends, that she had never returned, even as some of her favorite titles lingered in friends' homes, never to be seen again.

Do the children who prefer books set in the real, ordinary, workaday world ever read as obsessively as those who would much rather be transported into other worlds entirely?

I read for the language, not the story.

She read and reread all kinds of books for all kinds of reasons, complicated reasons.

Reading fiction as you commute to a job you don't like will make you feel somewhat more fulfilled; being in the right job will make you feel incredible.

It is indeed possible to be widely read, as I am, and still have black holes in one's knowledge.

When something needs to be fixed, when I need something to change, my first and abiding instinct is to read. I think I can read my way to a solution. Or at least an evasion.

The author is sounding the alarm that humanity is under invasion. The attack is spiritual in nature, as you will discover through the reading this book. Certain forces are seeking to replace all of humanity's spiritual impulses, with impulses designed to sink humanity ever deeper into scientific materialism. Humanity is gradually becoming enmeshed in technology.

Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine, the life, the soul of reading! Take them out and one cold eternal winter would reign in every page. Restore them to the writer - he steps forth like a bridegroom, bids them all-hail, brings in variety and forbids the appetite to fail.

Digressions incontestably are the sunshine; they are the life, the soul of reading.

A shame really, because putting the right book in the right kid's hands is kind of like giving that kid superpowers.

Over the past two weeks she's worked her way through it [the book], a little each night, savoring the words like a cherry Life Saver tucked inside her cheek.

Sono libri, – disse lui, – leggici dentro fin che puoi. Sarai sempre un tapino se non leggi nei libri.

When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own the place where we live and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves.

Le interessano i libri? - disse Rosetta animandosi. - Legge molto? - Durante la guerra. Non si sapeva cosa fare. Ma non ci riesco mica. Ho sempre l'impressione di mettere il naso negli affari degli altri... Rosetta si divertì e mi guardò. - ...Mi sembra una cosa indecente. Come aprire le lettere degli altri...

One of the problems of spiritual searching is that we tend to feel that we can help ourselves purely by reading a lot and practicing by ourselves, not associating ourselves with a particular lineage. Without a teacher to surrender to, without an object of devotion, we cannot free ourselves from spiritual materialism.

She'd once read that nature was a glove on the hand of God, and she knew she'd read Truth.

Is there anything more restorative than the act of one person reading a beloved book to another person, also beloved? Slowly, I returned to my senses.

Everybody should read something. Otherwise we all fall down into the pit of ignorance. Many are down there. Some people fall in it forever. Their lives mean nothing. They should not exist. (From the short story, "Charity".)