Quotes About Library

You say often you wish a library. Here I gif you one, for between these lids (he meant covers) is many books in one. Read him well, and he will help you much, for the study of character in this book will help you to read it in the world and paint it with your pen.

If every kid who said he was going to the library, when he was really off doing something else, actually went to the library, they'd have to send out for more books.

Lady Barrow lolled languidly in her mouse-eaten library, a volume of mediaeval Tortures (with plates) propped up against her knee. In fancy, her husband was pinned down and imploring for mercy at Figure 3.

Cory made it so I didn't get arrested or banned from the Library. I just had to promise to check in with a librarian whenever I visited, so they would know I was there.

Waited for the Library to settle into the deep, dark silence of slumbering books, and words tucked in between their covers for the night.

The Public Library is a shrine of dreams, and people fall in love here all the time. Maybe you don't believe this, but it's true. Books are works of love after all.

I felt for the first time that the library belonged here. The house was reclaiming its spirit, and the library, which had stood aloof and apart for so many years, was turning back into what it was always meant to be: the heart of this home.

And because the stories were held here in fluid form, they retained the ability to change, to become new versions of themselves, to join up with other stories and so become yet other stories; so that unlike a library of books, the Ocean of the Streams of Story was much more than a storeroom of yarns. It was not dead but alive.

If one had never had the good fortune of meeting Borges, then meeting his library was the next best thing

short time ago, while making researches in the Royal Library for my History of Louis XIV, I stumbled by chance upon the Memoirs of M. d'Artagnan, printed—as were most of the works of that period, in which authors could not tell the truth without the risk of a residence, more or less long, in the Bastille—at Amsterdam, by Pierre Rouge.

Sans doute te demandes-tu si je ne suis pas aigri de n'en avoir écrit aucun. Eh bien, non! Mon talent a été de les bien lire et de les réunir. Notre monde manque plus de grands lecteurs que de grands écrivains, et composer une bibliothèque est un art qui tient de l'architecture.

Century also had shelves of obsolete printed books.

this is before we're living together, before we do the most faithful act of all, mix our separate books into one library)

Instead of going home, I drove to the library. To hell with human beings. I'd always felt safer with stories than with flesh and blood.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside? At the library I couldn't help but notice which patrons checked out the same books. They appeared to have nothing in common, but who could tell what a person was truly made of? The unknown, the riddle, the deepest truth. I noticed them all: the ones who'd lost their way, the ones who'd lived their lives in ashes, the ones who had to prove themselves, the ones who, like me, had lost the ability to feel.

Some stories begin at the beginning and others begin at the end, but all the best stories begin in a library.

I heard a sigh, as though the books were breathing. I felt that this was where I belonged. This was where I lived.

I only had access to him when we were together in the library, and I loved them both -the library and my father- equally and without question.

Sally had returned to school for her degree in library science at Simmons University, and now, at the age of forty-four, she was the director of the Owens Library.

From the time I could read, I found solace in my father's library...At the ages of ten and eleven and twelve I would have preferred to remain in the library...

Because what someone reads in a library is nobody else's business.

I was happy in the library. Walls of printed pages, evidence of so many created worlds--this was a comfort to me.

All these books are published in Heaven.

It's quite common to enter a library and find yourself in conversation with the dead. The best minds of generations long gone crowd every bookshelf. They wait there to be noticed, to be addressed, and to reply in turn. In the library the dead meet the living on collegial terms as a matter of course, every day.