Quotes About Library

I love getting out the house because writing is such a solitary business that even being at the library makes me feel part of the world.

I keep working under the delusion that someday a library will ask for my manuscripts.

The best things in life are really freeLove, honor, a noble mind ....And my local library.

When Walter had come to see Lina's show, five years ago, he'd taken a secret trip to see Carrie and ask her a question. He told her, without words, I'm ready now. She lived, like a graduate student, in a neighborhood that felt like a vacation. Blooming flowers. Bamboo blinds, music coming out onto the sidewalks. She kept finches in a white painted aviary and rode her bike to the university library. But she'd sent him back to his life.

Book lust forever!

I tried to make him a young court-wizard in my mind—he almost looked the part in his fine clothes, pursuing some lovely noblewoman—and there my imagination stumbled. He was a thing of books and alembics to me, library and laboratory.

I had people, in the plural, that I could ask to join me in the library, and even if they said no, they weren't really saying no, they were only saying not this time.

But I realized now that without quite thinking it through, I'd half-imagined myself a place here in the tower. My little room upstairs, a cheerful rummaging through the laboratory and the library, tormenting Sarkan like an untidy ghost who left his books out of place and threw his great doors open, and who made him come to the spring festival and stay long enough to dance once or twice.

we ought to have gone back up and started at the library, but we didn't, in the same way you know perfectly well you ought to stop reading and go to bed and you'll feel hideously groggy in the morning if you don't, and yet you keep going.

Hij is gebruikt om de bibliotheek van Alexandrië plat te branden.' 'Waarom vraag je in hemelsnaam om zo'n spreuk?' 'Ik vroeg een spreuk om mijn kamer te verlichten, lul, en dat is wat ik kreeg.

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.

He was rather clumsy and shy and looked as if he'd spent the last ten years of his life locked up in a library - hardly the kind of man any girl your age dreams of ...

I looked up towards the immensity of the labyrinth. How does one choose a single book among so many? Isaac shrugged his shoulders. 'Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person...destiny, in other words.

I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by words and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the Library seemed to be losing it´s memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.

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

I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.

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

Que un bibliotecario experimentado llagara a dirigir la Biblioteca Nacional de España, aunque solo fuese durante catorce meses, ha sido un accidente no premeditado al que las mentes preclaras que rigen nuestros destinos han puesto remedio, más cuando hay un sinfín de amiguetes y parientes con que cubrir el puesto.

una biblioteca secreta, una ciudad de libros que habría de existir oculta bajo las catacumbas de la catedral de Hagia Sophia donde los libros prohibidos y los prodigios de siglos de pensamiento pudieran ser preservados para siempre.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those

Poate c? atmosfera vr?jit? a locului m? subjugase, îns? am avut certitudinea c? acea carte st?tuse acolo s? m? aÈ™tepte de ani de zile, probabil dinainte ca eu s? m? fi n?scut.

Supo entonces que sobre aquella roca empezaría a construir un santuario, un cementerio de ideas e invenciones, de palabras y prodigios que crecería sobre las cenizas [...] y que algún día albergaría la mayor de las bibliotecas, aquella en la que toda obra perseguida o despreciada por la ignorancia y la malicia de los hombres iría a parar a la espera de volver a encontrar al lector que todo libro lleva dentro.

Buenas. ¿Qué exhiben aquí? - improvisó Alicia. El individuo la absorbió con sus pupilas de lupa, claramente nada impresionado. -Exhibimos paciencia, señorita, y en ocasiones, asombro ante la osadía de la ignorancia. Esto es la Biblioteca Nacional.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul.