Quotes About Literature

This, and the hope every maker of tales carries within: that readers will open their hearts to these little creatures made of ink and paper, and give them a part of themselves so they can be immortal, even if only for a few minutes.

Page and page I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page. I lay in the bluish half-light with the book on my chest and listened to the murmur of the sleeping city. My eyes began to close, but I resisted. I did not want to lose the story's spell or bid farewell to its characters yet.

In the shop we buy & sell them, but in truth books have no owner.

If you don't trust a novelist, who are you going to trust?

Fewer things leave a deeper mark on the reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart.

She let herself be lulled by the perfume of the words and was soon lost among them, succumbing to the torrent of images and rhythms that oozed from the story of Ariadna's adventures and her descent into the depths of that enchanted Barcelona.

Ogni libro, ogni volume che vedi possiede un'anima, l'anima di coloro che lo hanno letto, di chi ha vissuto e di chi ha sognato grazie a esso. Ogni volta che un libro cambia proprietario, ogni volta che un nuovo sguardo ne sfiora le pagine, il suo spirito acquista forza.

Erzählen Sie Don Antoni das mit Ihrer Komödie, ermunterte ihn Sancho. Eigentlich ist es eine Tragödie, nuancierte Cervantes. Und worin besteht der Unterschied, wenn der Meister meine grobe Unwissenheit in den feinen Dichtungsgattungen entschuldigt? Die Komödie lehrt uns, dass man das Leben nicht ernst nehmen darf, und die Tragödie lehrt uns, was geschieht, wenn wir dem keine Beachtung schenken, was uns die Komödie lehrt, erläuterte Cervantes.

Ono sto dobijas kad si nacitan jeste to da znas napamet sve stihove i trikove sudbine.

Pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón.

Sono cresciuto in mezzo ai libri, facendomi amici invisibili tra le pagine polverose di cui ho ancora l'odore sulle mani.

Cada livro, cada volume que vês, tem alma. A alma de quem o escreveu e a alma de quem os leu e viveram e sonharam com ele. De cada vez que um livro muda de mãos, de cada vez que alguém desliza o olhar pelas páginas, o seu espírito cresce e robustece-se.

Bisogna leggere, Fernandito, perché non tutto nell'adolescenza è menarselo come un macaco.

Sestra mi kaže da ste pisac iako vidim ovdje da ste ispunjavaju?i formular napisali da ste najamni radnik. - U mom slu?aju nema nikakve razlike. - Mislim da je jedan od mojih pacijenata vaš ?itatelj. - Nadam se da neurološko ošte?enje koje je nastalo ne?e biti trajno.

Al oír tamañas blasfemias, la Bernarda se santiguaba por quintuplicado. Más tarde, por la noche, decía una oración extra por el alma poluta del señor Barceló, que tenía buen corazón, pero a quien de tanto leer se le habían podrido los sesos, como a don Quijote.

Boquiabierto, avancé despacio hacia aquel castillo tramado con todos los libros jamás escritos.

Se não confiar num escritor de romances, vai confiar em quem?

Cada libro, cada tomo que ves, tiene alma. El alma de quien lo escribió, y el alma de quienes lo leyeron y vivieron y soñaron con él

En una ocasión oí comentar a un cliente habitual en la librería de mi padre que pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón.

Odrastao sam me?u knjigama, okružen nevidljivim prijateljima koje sam nalazio na stranicama što su se me?u mojim prstima mrvile u prah; taj miris starih knjiga još danas osje?am na rukama.

Al leer ponemos la mente y el alma, y ésos son bienes cada día más escasos.

He] taught me many things: how to create a sentence, how to think about language and all its devices as an orchestra and search of a musical score, how to analyze a text and understand how it is constructed and why... He taught me to read and write again, but this time I knew what I was doing, why, and what for. And above all how. He never tired of telling me that in literature there is only one real theme: not what is narrated, but how it is narrated. The rest, he said, was decoration.

A könyvekben, amelyek közt nevelkedtem, láthatatlan, titkos barátokra leltem; s bár lapjaik rég elporladtak már, az illatukat azóta is Å'rzi kezem.

dicen los entendidos que el futuro de la literatura depende de las mujeres