Quotes About Pages

Contate le vostre pagine, ragazzi, contate... anche i romanzieri lo fanno. [...] Contate le pagine... Si comincia meravigliandosi del numero di pagine lette, e poi si arriva a spaventarsi del poco che rimane da leggere. Solo 50 pagine! Vedrete... Non c'è nulla di più dolce di questa tristezza: Guerra e pace, due grossi tomi... e solo 50 pagine da leggere. Uno rallenta, rallenta, ma niente da fare... Natasha finisce per sposare Pierre Bezuchov, ed è la fine.

Mais c'est, plus quotidiennement, le refuge du livre contre le crépitement de la pluie, le silencieux éblouissement des pages contre la cadence du métro, le roman planqué dans le tiroir de la secrétaire, la petite lecture du prof quand planchent ses élèves, et l'élève de fond de classe lisant en douce, en attendant de rendre une copie blanche...

We have each other, and our stories twist and mingle like the twisting currents of a river. We hold each other tight as we spin and lurch across our lives. There are moments of great joy and magic. The most astounding things can lie waiting as each day dawns, as each page turns.

Blade Runner is a rare science fiction movie so full of material that pages can be written about it without scratching the surface. A review like this can provide little more than an overview. A detailed exploration of the movie, its style, and its mysteries requires dedication that only someone immersed in Blade Runner lore can provide.

By the bones!" said Shay. "He has all seven!" "All seven what?" "The Potter biographies! The College of Spires only had five of the volumes... four now, since I stole one." "What's so special about these books?" She picked up one of the fat tomes and flipped it open. "Potter was a member of a race of wizards who lived in the last days of the human age," said Shay. Jandra frowned as she flipped through the pages. "Are you certain this isn't fiction?" She asked.

Have you given us a character worth following?  - Have you created a disturbance in the opening pages? - Do you know the death stakes of the story? - Have you created a scene that will force the character into the confrontation of Act II? - Is it strong enough? Can the Lead character resist going into the battle?  - Does it occur before the 1/5 mark of your total page count?

And I've written these pages, on some level, to try to understand. But—on another level I don't want to understand, or try to understand, for by doing so I'll be false to the fact. All I can really say for sure is that I've never felt the mystery of the future so much: sense of the hourglass running out, fast-running fever of time. Forces unknown, unchosen, unwilled.

This Introduction to the Introduction to the New Edition is a highly significant one in the history of Introductions. Its presence on these pages means that this book has achieved the World Record for the Number of Introductions in a Book of This Nature. With the addition of this Introduction to the Introduction to the New Edition, The Salmon of Doubt can now claim to have no less than three Introductions, one Prologue, and one Editor's Note.

This Introduction to the Introduction to the New Edition is a highly significant one in the history of Introductions. Its presence on these pages means that this book has achieved the World Record for the Number of Introductions in a Book of This Nature.

he also had a device that looked rather like a largish electronic calculator. This had about a hundred tiny flat press buttons and a screen about four inches square on which any one of a million "pages" could be summoned at a moment's notice.

Authors, she soon decided, were probably best met within the pages of their novels, and were as much creatures of the reader's imagination as the characters in their books. Nor did they seem to think one had done them a kindness by reading their writings. Rather they had done one the kindness by writing them.

I love the physicality of books.

O livro que espalma a flor nas suas págimas transforma-a em borboleta.

Sidda can't help herself, She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves those black letters marching across the white pages.

The world is your exercise book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, though you may express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write lies, or nonsense, or to tear the pages.

The success of Morning Pages hinges on our doing them as close to awakening as we can.

My memories will be erased and then I'll be force-fed the story from the society pages?

Love wakes men, once a lifetime each; They lift their heavy lids, and look; And, lo, what one sweet page can teach They read with joy, then shut the book.

I haven't had a single moment of terror since they told me [I was dying]. My only regret is to die four pages too soon. If I can finish, then I'm quite happy to go.

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

Talk isn't work. Work is when you have pages in the evening that you didn't have in the morning.

In the morning, you tear up the pages of your fever, but every word naturally leads you back to its color, its night.

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

The book of nature is the book of fate. She turns the gigantic pages, leaf after leaf never returning one.