Quotes About Pages

Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, measuring the journey to the end with a thumb-riffle, poring over frontispieces. Books! Opening with a crackle of old glue, releasing perfume; closing with a solid thump.

Why should I struggle through hundreds of pages of fabrication to reach half a dozen very little truths?' 'For fun?' 'Fun!' He pounced on the word. 'Words are for truth. For facts. Not fiction.

My boarding school experience was the only thing I had strong enough feelings to write about for hundreds and hundreds of pages. I can still smell the formaldehyde of the fetal pigs in biology.

If you were to write our next chapter, I wonder how you would begin it, because no matter how many pages I turn I'm still going to wait for you.

History was alive and entangled in the everyday stories of India, and it needed to be coaxed onto the pages of a book. In that sense, history was a woman, substantial, vigorous, complex and always given the customary short shrift.

C'est peut-être cela, finalement, aimer vraiment. Apprendre à pardonner, sans réserve et surtout sans regrets. Poser son doigt sur la touche d'un clavier, effacer les pages grises pour tout récrire en couleur. Mieux encore, se battre pour que tout finisse bien.

My invariable criterion for whether a poem deserved to be included in these pages was this: that it should be able to surprise and delight the common reader. Every page should be a source of pleasure and discovery.

A book is like a man - clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, and for every looping flight a tap on the wing and a reminder that wax cannot hold the feathers firm too near the sun.

The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.

Happiness is like a page of every hundred pages in the book called Life in sorrow. So, if you're sad then turn those happiness pages and make yourself feel good.

Life is like an open book. We always turn to new pages and grow into new chapters, but we always hope that we all get a happy ending.

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

Every day of your life is a page of your history

There are those who say life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which to spend your time. But I prefer to think that is a book is like life, particularly a good one, which is worth staying up all night to finish.

Life is like a book; Dont jump to the end to see if its worth it. Just enjoy life and fill the pages with beautiful and amazing memories

The 'action' began: to me it seemed all the more obscure because in those days, when I read to myself, I used often, while I turned the pages, to dream of something quite different. And to the gaps which this habit made in my knowledge of the story more were added by the fact that when it was Mamma who was reading to me aloud she left all the love-scenes out.

of more than six hundred pages, published in Paris in 1846

Whatever had happened, she wondered, to the concept of reading as entertainment? Now it appeared to be an endurance contest as to how many pages the reader could get through without throwing up. (Lorinda, chapter 1)

The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives. There are others.

Love is like an endless book. For every page you turn something thats new, but little happens. Every new chapter something bigger happens. Unfortunetaly you cant tell whats happening next. Theres no glossary to turn to, no index to look through and no summary of what happens in the end. Love is a mystery and you just have to turn one page at a time.

But then, with whatever time she had left, until life was taken from her, Neema would touch more pages; she would encounter there more of those far-flung sisters; she would listen to them whisper the unuttered words of her heart.

Light was everything. Sunshine, windows with the blinds open. Pages with short chapters and lots of white space and Short. Paragraphs. Light was everything. But so, increasingly, were books. I read and read and read with an intensity I'd never really known before. I mean, I'd always considered myself to be a person who liked books. But there is a difference between liking books and needing them. I needed books.

Imagine! It is the real power of a book--not what is on the page, but what happens when a reader takes the pages in, makes it part of himself. That is the definition of literature.

The books do pretend, Mr. Branagan. Surely. But that is not all. Novels are filled with lies, but squeezed in between is even more that is true—without what you may call the lies, the pages would be too light for the truth, you see?