Quotes About Reading

I love the way you look when reading a book—content and dreamy, off in another world.

From the time I was a baby, my mom took me to the library at least once a week. Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books.

Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way.

I ram my phone back in my pocket and reread the same page in Hamlet for the thirteenth time. I still don't see how this is supposed to be English. I have no clue what these people are saying.

More than half the candle remained. She could read an hour before it guttered, longer if she took another candle from the drawer. How many had she burned already this month? Her hours of night reading seemed to grow ever more necessary, for each day's study compelled her to explore these volumes further, and with a fierce attention impossible when others were about.

Read the newspaper, Aaron's father liked to say, you'll grow to be an educated man.

With such a complicated and crucial part of a child's education in jeopardy, there are many forces at work -- a sort of conspiracy of mediocrity that denies children the chance to develop a love of reading and become good readers. It is a pattern that involves our system, parents, teachers, and sometimes even librarians.

A lo largo de esa semana comprendió que los libros podían ser una tabla de salvación en un océano de silencio y pena. Y cuando se acostaba, con la espalda dolorida de tanto leer, sentía la mano de Rana en la oscuridad y viajaba con ella por el mundo de las historias leídas.

Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.

she ran for the only medicine that reliably cured any bout of unpleasant feelings: a book.

I read to keep from being sad.

At last her mother looks up from the book and smiles and says, "I read to keep from being sad.

Nobody wanted to read sucky novels, and those people who wanted deep meaning didn't want it in every damn story

Your favorite author? This was an important question. I'd dated men who had never read a book. Reading was a passion of mine and I couldn't imagine being involved with someone who didn't understand the importance of books and stories.

The only thing that equals my joy in knitting is the pleasure of reading!

I do love a good yarn, fiction and fiber. The only thing that equals my joy in knitting is the pleasure of reading!" —Priscilla

Regina read all this, thinking with each sentence she'd put the book down. But a sentence became a paragraph, which flowed on into a page, two pages, a chapter, more.

My habit when I've been humiliated is to go out and buy a book.

One night Shay heard the quiet murmur of his voice, punctuated by Olivia's giggles. She shuffled across the living room and listened around the corner. He was reading aloud to her, imitating each character's voice. Shay listened to his falsetto, a grin tugging her lips at the incongruity of a cowboy reading The Princess Diaries.

I loved getting up before everyone else, when the house was still and I could read or listen to a podcast alone in a frozen world. I knew where everyone was. I knew they were safe. I could relax.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.

You could tell from the books whether a library was meant for show or not. Books that were used had an open, interested feel to them, even if closed and neatly lined up on a shelf in strict order with their fellows. You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it.

Reading is of course dry work, and further refreshment was called for and consumed.

People plan their reading? Takes all kinds… Books just find me. They converge upon me like flocks of benevolent vultures. They follow me home, wagging their tails. I'm pretty sure they breed in the dark, too, like mushrooms. When I finish a book, I pick up whatever looks most appealing from the tottering piles at hand.