Quotes About Books

Les livres sont des amis froids et sûrs.

So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless.

He never went out without a book under his arm and he often came home with two.

He had a small but well stocked library. He loved books; books are a remote but reliable friend.

In proportion as architecture degenerated, printing throve and flourished. The capital of forces which human thought had expended in building, it henceforth expended in books.

so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot fail to be of use.

Everything looked charming to him now. Never again would he read these books, write on this little white wooden table!

La opinión política del señor Mabeuf consistía en amar apasionadamente las plantas, y sobre todo los libros. Tenía, como todo el mundo, su terminación en ista sin la cual nadie hubiera podido vivir en aque tiempo, pero no era ni realista, ni bonapartista, ni carlista, ni orleanista, ni anarquista: era librista.

Cuando le ocurría alguna vez, porque, ¿a quién no le ocurre? Decir: -¡Oh. si fuese rico!- no lo decía nunca echando el lente a una joven bonita, como el señor Guillenormand, sino contemplando un libro.

He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In

As long as ignorance and misery exist in the world, books like the one you are about to read are, perhaps, not entirely useless

Though poor, he had succeeded in gathering together, through patience, self-denial, and time, a valuable collection of rare volumes of every genre. He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot fail to be of use.

Kitapl?k kurmak, tap?nak yapmak kadar kutsald?r.

so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this.

Leni knew it was crazy, but it seemed to her as if they were having a conversation without saying anything, talking about books and durable friendships and overcoming insurmountable odds. Maybe they weren't talking about Sam and Frodo at all, maybe they were talking about themselves and how they had somehow grown up and stayed kids at the same time.

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

Beneath the shoes lay Loreda's brand-new library card and The Hidden Staircase. Loreda looked up. "You went back? In the rain?" "Mrs. Quisdorf picked that book out for you. That card, though, that's the real gift. It can take you anywhere, Loreda.

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

The love of books, of reading. There is nothing a librarian likes better than sharing her love of words with a child.

That evening, after dinner, Leni sat on her twin bed, reading. The Stand by Stephen King. In the past week, she'd read three books by him and discovered a new passion. Goodbye science fiction and fantasy, hello horror. She figured it was a reflection of her inner life. She'd rather have nightmares about Randall Flagg or Carrie or Jack Torrance than about her own past.

No hero would ever do this. But books were only a reflection of real life, not the thing itself.

There had to be opportunities out there, but where would she find them? The library. Books held the answer to every question.

But books were only a reflection of real life, not the thing itself.