Quotes About Library

Don't join the book burners. Don't think you're going to conceal faults by concealing evidence that they ever existed. Don't be afraid to go in your library and read every book...

I find that when I come out of the library I'm in what I call the library bliss of being totally taken away from the distractions of life.

All you need in life is truth and beauty and you can find both at the Public Library.

Memory, that library of the soul from which I will draw knowledge and experience for the rest of my life.

The public library is more than a repository of books. It's a mysterious, wondrous place with the power to change lives.

There is a dim possibility that he is of the stock of the New England Lincolns, of Plymouth colony," he wrote, "but the noble science of heraldry is almost obsolete in this country, and none of Mr. Lincoln's family seems to have been aware of the preciousness of long pedigrees." Later, in the White House, Lincoln checked Howells's book out of the Library of Congress, in order to check

Harriet said, "You shouldn't have reminded me to sign that book, Peter." "Why ever not? Have you suddenly become bashful about your hard-earned glories?" "Because it watn's hers," said Harriet. "It was a library copy." "Stroke of luck for the ratepaers of the City of Westminster," he said, grinning.

Peter, leaving the library with a light step, and skipping down the stairs like an elderly Fred Astaire.

There was magic, and there was magic. Thanks to Gutenberg, I could no longer pull wands, potions, and light sabers out of books, but when it came to research, give me a well-stocked library and I was a goddamned Merlin.

My name is Isaac Vainio," I said. "You smashed my library. Prepare to die." Everything went better with Princess Bride references.

Some people would say it's a bad idea to bring a fire-spider into a public library. Those people would probably be right, but it was better than leaving him alone in the house for nine hours straight. The one time I tried, Smudge had expressed his displeasure by burning through the screen that covered his tank, burrowing into my laundry basket, and setting two weeks' worth of clothes ablaze.

I returned the vial to the book, then surveyed the damage to my library. Angry as I was at Deb's betrayal, seeing the bullet-ridden texts was worse. It was one thing to shoot at me, but to destroy my books

August 23, 1793. (THE LIBRARY COMPANY OF PHILADELPHIA)

That Moorish architecture is all over the place, of course. It affects me everywhere I see it, as it does so many people. But Brand Library was a special place to me, and I know I've paid homage to it many times in my drawings.

Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in Love in the Library once upon a time.

She stamped the book and gave it to me. "You bring it back in three weeks." I held it over my heart. Mrs. Worth smiled. "That's where a book should be carried.

We're going to lure whoever was on the stairs into the library." "Oh, c'mon, Jeff," she said, pulling away. "We lure him into the library? How do we do that? Promise to read to him?

Besides, although you could be living a party girl life, jetting around the world and hanging out on yachts, you work full-time at the college. You also volunteer at the library, you read to the seniors at Harbor Hill and you deliver food for Meals on Wheels." "I like to keep busy," Lily said mildly. "Plus, Gabriel is philanthropic. Sure, he expects to

In the library I was handed a blueprint on how to live the mysterious, unnamable, big dream life I wanted. I was handed books. And through reading them, I grew up to find that very life.

I see you in the library. The way you love the books.

He nods. Jordan was given the series as a birthday gift and then had the idea to take the books out of the library as well, so he and his brother could read them at the same time. They lay in their bunks for hours, for several weeks on end, mowing through one book after another. Jordan would call out from the top bunk: Holy cow, Eddie, are you on page 202 yet?

Her glance fell on the door to the library. Not even Paul's greatest admirer would call him a bookish man. This was her best bet for avoiding him. She whisked into the room and whirled to close the door, when she glanced up to see Giles a few steps behind her. With a shuddering gasp, she faltered back as he strode forward and shut them inside. Alone. Neither spoke a word as he seized her with ruthless hands and swept her into his arms.

She hadn't met Earth or Fire, the other two cousins, but she'd filled a couple of library requests for each of them in the past week. If they were around, they would help her. Wouldn't they?

What would it be like to live in a library of melted books. With sentences streaming over the floor and all the punctuation settled to the bottom as a residue. It would be confusing. Unforgivable. A great adventure.