Quotes About Library

I'm scared to go to library. I'm scared John Wick will show up and break my leg again.

My house is like a manga library in many ways, and it's great because I get to call it research.

I went to the library and found lots of material about this time, about the Freedom March and what was going on down there in 1964.

She stood with her nose up, sniffing delightedly. It was the delicious mildewy fragrance of old books. Hundreds of them, she saw, looking round the room. Books were lined up on shelves on all four walls, stacked on the floor, and piled on the desk, old books in leather covers mostly, although some of the ones on the floor had newer looking colored jackets.

There's an enormous library, which boasts a copy of every book in the world — and many more from other worlds as well.

opening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it.

What better place to kill time than a library? And for me, what better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books?

Of course I recognized it. How could I not, for I had read it goodness knows how many times. 'Jane Eyre,' I said wonderingly. 'You recognized it? Yes, it is. I asked a man in a library. It's by Charlotte someone. She had a lot of sisters, apparently.

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

Now, paper and pencils, said Miss Marcy, clapping her hands. Writing paper is scarce in this house, and I had no intention of tearing sheets out of this exercise book, which is a superb sixpenny one the Vicar gave me. In the end, Miss Marcy took the middle pages out of her library record, which gave us a pleasant feeling that we were stealing from the government, and then we sat round the table and elected her chairman.

Another great luxury is letting myself cry - I always feel marvellously peaceful after that. But it is difficult to arrange times for it, as my face takes so long to recover; it isn't safe in the mornings if I am to look normal when I meeter father at lunch, and the afternoons are no better, as Thomas is home by five. It would be all right in bed at night but such a waste, as that is my happiest time. Days when father goes over to read in the Scoatney library are good crying days.

All that winter I shoveled snow and read books. The lines of print, the alphabetic characters, the strokes of the shovel when I cleared a walk, the linear arrangement of words on a page, the shovel strokes, the rote exercises in school texts, the novels I read, the dictionaries I found in the tiny library, the nature and shape of books, the routine of shovel strokes in the deep snow - this was how I began to build an individual.

a half million books, all of them smelling like dust and ink, two terrible smells that blend mystically to make something beautiful.

When in doubt, ask a librarian.

What if there was a disease in Alexandria, she thought, and everybody died but me? I'd go live at the library, she told herself. The notion was cheering. She saw herself reading by candlelight, shadows flickering on the ceiling above the labyrinth of shelves. She could take a suitcase from home–peanut butter and crackers, a blanket, a change of clothes–and pull together two of the big armchairs in the Reading Room to sleep on…

I love to read sir. I always have. But when I walk into a library or a bookshop, I get overwhelmed. I don't know where to start. Start anywhere. How do I know what's worth my time and what's a waste? None of it is waste. Any book is better than no book. Slowly, surely, one will lead you to another, which will lead you to the best.

The men drink a third beer, then a fourth, in preparation for the cold trip crosstown. "I wish I could meet a decent woman." Howard, who has learned the great secret, and who after beer, is generous: "Go to a library.

but every living soul is a book of their own history, which sits on the ever-growing shelf in the library of human memories.

The subject matter may have been biased but the administration assumed we were decent human beings and before classes started all we needed to learn was where the library was. Today, the administrations start with a different assumption, one that believes humanity is dark, one that sees hate and oppression everywhere, one that sees boys as rapists, and victims...victims are everywhere.

They ate bologna-and-cheese sandwiches, barbecue potato chips, and Oreo cookies sitting on the library steps. Washing it down with Coca-Cola. Years later, Iris wouldn't remember what they talked about as they ate, but she'd remember CathyMarie's laughter, the shape and warmth of her calloused hands.

Vos livre sont classés selon quel principe? demandai-je. -Le principe du désordre absolu, dit-il.

Normally, she would never wish a head injury on anyone, but it might make her days in Archival Studies a bit easier.

He's at the library, I think. Safe and sound in his world of books... Maybe he'll write one someday.

The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.