Quotes About Literature

Et puis, tenez, monsieur Marius, je crois que j'étais un peu amoureuse de vous.

Gans and Savigny controversy; he took Savigny, he took Gans, read

He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In

Romanticism, so often ill-defined, is only ... liberalism in literature.

As long as ignorance and misery exist in the world, books like the one you are about to read are, perhaps, not entirely useless

Though poor, he had succeeded in gathering together, through patience, self-denial, and time, a valuable collection of rare volumes of every genre. He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read.

Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.

Kitapl?k kurmak, tap?nak yapmak kadar kutsald?r.

Qui que vousw soyez qui voulez cultiver, vivifier, édifier, attendrir, apaiser... mettez des livres partout. [Ouverture du congrès littéraire international de 1878)]

Enfin, il y a un livre, un livre qui semble d'un bout à l'autre une émanation supérieure, un livre qui est pour l'univers ce que le Koran est pour l'islamisme, ce que les Védas sont pour l'Inde, un livre qui contient toute la sagesse humaine éclairée par toute la sagesse divine, un livre que la vénération des peuples appelle le livre, la Bible !

so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this.

Um dos livreiros para quem trabalhava, Magimel, creio eu, oferecera-lhe levá-lo para sua casa, fornecer-lhe um trabalho regular e dar-lhe 1500 francos por ano. Ter boa casa e 1500 francos, que boa coisa! Mas renunciar à sua liberdade, ser uma espécie de mercenário, uma espécie de literato-caixeiro. Segundo o modo de ver de Mário, (...) ganhava em comodidades e perdia em dignidade

Who's there? cried a toothless voice.

In literature, death was many things—a message, catharsis, retribution

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

In rooms scented by dust, leather, and stone, she turns in the last of her father's dreams for her - that she will become a writer - she hands it in like an overdue book and takes joy in the words of others.

Books held the answer to every question

Some people have family photos or home movies to record their past. I've got books. Characters. For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place.

She dug through her backpack, found the lunch Eva had packed for her and a well-read copy of Jane Eyre. Some kids had stuffed animals or special childhood blankets. Lexi had Jane.

Books are the mile markers of my life.

She made enough money to keep herself well stocked with film and books.

Isabelle and the men were approaching the

Isabelle knew the volume. Les Fleurs du mal. The Flowers of Evil. It was the book they used to signal a meeting. "I am looking for something else by this author," Anouk said, exhaling smoke. "I am sorry, Madame. I have no more Baudelaire. Some Verlaine, perhaps? Or Rimbaud?