Quotes About Books

No one reads to know, but to forget

Nu preÈ›uiesc o carte decât prin tulburarea, prin otrava pe care-o toarn? in mine.

Despre nimic nu poÅ£i spune nimic. Iat? de ce e imposibil s? existe o limit? în privin? num?rului de c?rÅ£i.

Superficialitatea ce exist? la sursa unor atare prejudec??i este revolt?toare ÅŸi originea ei livresc? este de natur? a nulifica în conÅŸtiinÅ£a mea toate bibliotecile în faÅ£a unei singure experienÅ£e tr?ite pîn? la margini.

Se poate prevedea destinul unui om, dar nu cel al unei c?r?i.

So what! He exists. If he had given birth to books, if he had had the misfortune to 'realize' himself, we wouldn't have been talking about him the last hour.

To write books is to have a certain relation with original sin. For what is a book if not a loss of innocence, an act of aggression, a repetition of our Fall? To publish one's taints in order to amuse or exasperate!

Encara que sabem que el tresor dels llibres mai no és real i no és essencial per sobreviure, tots els lectors busquem als llibres la metàfora de la felicitat. Aunque sabemos que el tesoro de los libros nunca es real y no es esencial para sobrevivir, todos los lectores buscamos en los libros la metáfora de la felicidad

In molti libri americani, "democrazia" aveva una connotazione fortemente negativa. A Jefferson la parola non piaceva; come governo, la democrazia era invisa a tutti i Padri fondatori.

Leggere è viaggiare senza la seccatura dei bagagli.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.

Look at a railway stall; you see books of every color—blue, yellow, crimson, "ringstreaked, speckled, and spotted," on every subject, in every style, of every opinion, with every conceivable difference, celestial or sublunary, maleficent, beneficent—but all small. People take their literature in morsels, as they take sandwiches on a journey.

Books are for various purposes—tracts to teach, almanacs to sell, poetry to make pastry, but this is the rarest sort of book, a book to read.

Some extreme sceptics, we know, doubt whether it is possible to deduce anything as to an author's character from his works. Yet surely people do not keep a tame steam engine to write their books; and if those books were really written by a man, he must have been a man who could write them; he must have had the thoughts which they express, have acquired the knowledge they contain, have possessed the style in which we read them.

Love, as I conceive it, is a purely subjective poem. In all that books tell us about it, there is nothing which is not at once false and true.

Marriage is better known than Barabbas; all the ideas which it calls up have been circulated in our books since the world began, and there is no useful opinion, no absurd scheme, but it finds an author, a printer, a library, and a reader.

Shintani-kun often brought a book to read while he waited, but he'd close it as soon as his food arrived. I liked that too. As well as the way he always said Itadaki-masu, quietly, before he started eating. Maybe I was already in love.

The words I read in books seemed to strike me more deeply, and with my senses sharpened by grief, I noticed the glittering transition of the seasons as clearly as if I held the grief in the palm of my hand. It had been a long while since I'd experienced a fall so clear and crisp.

My mother was afraid of the books I wrote, afraid of what she would discover if she read them.

Many books have been written on these types of healing. For further reading, I suggest the following books: The Science of Homeopathy by George Vithoulkas, M.D., Dimensions of Radionics by David Tansely, M.D., Chiropractic, A Modern Way to Health by Julius Dontenfass, M.D., Traditional Acupuncture: The Law of the Five Elements by Dianne M. Connelly, Ph.D.

Mom, why couldn't my story, my real life story have a happy ending - like in the books?" "No true love story has a happy ending; one always must die and leave the other. So there's never a totally happy ending.

Her ticket to freedom lay in her lap. Ever an avid reader, Annie had escaped into books in recent months, when all else failed to calm her. As a friend, a book had advantages over the human variety. It was there whenever she needed it, it vanished as easily, and it never asked questions, expected witty replies, made awkward suggestions, or otherwise overcompensated for its own inability to right the wrongs of the world.

Inside each book a warm-blooded human being is reaching out to us, and whether we are being entertained or enlightened we are never alone while reading.

If I don't read page ninety, it won't have happened to them. Black Beauty will still live with all his friends at Birtwick Park … The knights will be able to go on having jolly adventures without Lancelot meeting Guinevere and bringing the whole Round Table crashing down into ruin on their heads…