Quotes About Pages

She is finished eating dinner, halfway through the fiftysome pages of the novella, considering a rare third glass of wine

What is it—twelve hundred pages? Aye, I think so. After all, it is difficult to sum up the complications of a life in a short space with any hope of constructing an accurate account.

Believe me, expression is insanity, it arises out of our insanity. It also has to do with turning pages, with hunting from one page to the other, with flight, with complicity in an absurd, gushing effusion, with a vile overflow of verse, with insuring life in a single sentence, and, in turn, with the sentences seeking insurance in life.

Believe me, expression is insanity, it arises out of our insanity. It also has to do with turning pages, with hunting from one page to the other, with flight, with complicity in an absurd, solidified effusion, with a vile over flow of verse, with insuring life in a single sentence, and, in turn, with the sentences seeking insurance in life.

I will write. And then I'll make a fire. O, how these lines will soar up, The pages fall back to ash Under the savage slap Of a long-lapsed emptiness! With what an arrogant gesture I will be outstripped by the flame! And the foam of ashes will quiver But nothing will be born from them.

The heroic efforts of the Americans and Europeans during this period are so numerous (their diaries run for thousands of pages) that it is impossible to narrate all of their deeds here.

I continue to write because my hand wants something to do and my notebook with its white lined pages has a kind of readiness to receive my thoughts and my tiredness and to be a bed that my letters can lie in. That way at least part of me has a place to lie down.

The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.

No, writing has not changed me for the better at all; I have merely used up part of my restless, conscienceless youth. What value to me will these discontented pages be? The book, the vow, are worth no more than one is worth oneself. One can never be sure of saving one's soul by writing. One may go writing on and on with a soul already lost.

La página tiene utilidad sólo cuando le das la vuelta y está detrás la vida que empuja y desordena todas las hojas del libro.

La pagina ha il suo bene solo quando la volti e c'è la vita dietro che spinge e scompiglia tutti i fogli del libro.

In Europe they love me. I travel so much, I change my passport twice a year because there aren't enough pages for all the places I go. Foreign countries invite me to come without a visa.

Mary reached into her vinyl purse and extracted one of the novels, each of whose covers had promised laughter and tears. She began to read and, finding a masterful storyteller behind its pages, was instantly and gratefully transported to another place.

Her notebook, on the table, contained neither rhymes nor reason but held, between the worn pages, the lump in the throat.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

I Freestyle my Destiny, It's not written in Pages.

I pushed my pile of papers to one side, stroked Shadow and stared into the fire, longing for the comfort of a story where everything had been planned well in advance, where the confusion of the middle was invented only for my enjoyment, and where I could measure how far away the solution was by feeling the thickness of pages still to come. I had no idea how many pages it would take to complete the story of Emmeline and Adeline, nor even whether there would be time to complete it.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Los casos de Sherlock Holmes. Tomar diez páginas, dos veces al día, hasta finalizar el tratamiento».

Cogí la receta. Con letra enérgica, había escrito: «Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Los casos de Sherlock Holmes. Tomar diez páginas, dos veces al día, hasta finalizar el tratamiento».

To think a book could have so much paper in it!

I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next. But I will spend the rest of my life in this living space writing these notes, this journal, recording my acts and reflections, finding some honor, some worth at the bottom of things. I want ten thousand pages that will stop the world.

I have no desire to make an idol of holiness. I do not wish to dethrone Christ, and put holiness in His place. But I must candidly say, I wish sanctification was more thought of in this day than it seems to be, and I therefore take occasion to press the subject on all believers into whose hands these pages may fall.

Of course his life could be found in the pages of a book; I had just begun to notice that the lives of men always are.

Lydia Villa-Komaroff is a molecular a cellular biologist that was my favorite. I researched her multiple times and she never had new stuff but she had enough to fill 4 pages.