Quotes About Books

Meggie took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange – familiar voices, friends that never quarrelled with her, clever, powerful friends, daring and knowledgeable, tried and tested adventurers who had travelled far and wide.

In books, I meet the dead as if they were alive, in books I see what is yet to come … All things decay and pass with time … all fame would fall victim to oblivion if God had not given mortal men the book to aid them.

I wish I could do that, it whispered. I'd like to bring them out of books, touch them, all those characters, all those wonderful characters. I want them to come out of the pages and sit beside me, I want them to smile at me, I want, I want, I want...

O ja, auch das hatte Elinor inzwischen begriffen: dass die Sehnsucht nach Büchern nichts war im Vergleich zu der Sehnsucht, die man nach Menschen haben konnte. Die Bücher erzählten von der Liebe, und es war wunderbar, ihnen zu lauschen, aber sie konnten nicht ersetzen, wovon sie erzählten.

You're paying the price now, Elinor,' she often told herself these days. Paying the price for the happiness of those last months. Didn't books always say that, too: that there's always a price to pay for happiness? How could she ever have thought she would simply find it and be allowed to keep it?

Quando ti porti dietro un libro avviene qualcosa di straordinario: le sue pagine raccoglieranno i tuoi ricordi. E un giorno ti basterà risfogliarle per tornare col pensiero al luogo dove le hai lette per la prima volta.

If you take a book with you on a journey, an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while reading it... yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.

Certi libri vanno assaporati lentamente, altri divorati in un sol boccone. E solo alcuni, pochi, vanno masticati per digerirli completamente.

I think she'd sell her soul to the devil without thinking if he offered her the right book for it.

She looked inquiringly at Meggie. "Do you like Alice in Wonderland?" "Not particularly," said Meggie, staring at the map. Elinor shook her head at such childish folly and turned back to Dustfinger.

Meggie fand, dass dieses erste Flüstern bei jedem Buch etwas anders klang, je nachdem, ob sie schon wusste, was es ihr erzählen würde, oder nicht.

Cornelia Funke

Whenever she wanted to escape her own thoughts, she went to books for help.

Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return, they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

Memories. They were all she had left. No more tangible than the pictures conjured up by books. But what would be left if she lost those memories too?

My library was dukedom large enough. William Shakespeare, The Tempest

It was good to have your books with you in strange places.

A strong and bitter book-sickness floods one's soul. How ignominious to be strapped to this ponderous mass of paper, print and dead man's sentiment. Would it not be better, finer, braver to leave the rubbish where it lies and walk out into the world a free untrammelled illiterate Superman? Solomon Eagle

The girl and the book?" Mo held Meggie close again. "Of course. Now Capricorn can be sure I'll do what he wants.

Didn't she feel, deep down inside, that her longing was sapping her strength and her appetite, even her pleasure in books? Longing.

Come se ogni volta, fra le pagine, rimanesse attaccato qualcosa: sensazioni, pensieri, rumori, odori... E quando a distanza di anni li riapri, ritrovi te stesso, un po' più giovane, un po' diverso, quasi il libro ti avesse conservato come un fiore fatto seccare tra le pagine... un po' estraneo e un po' familiare.»

Ma scusa, lo dici sempre anche tu: i libri devono essere pesanti perché dentro hanno il mondo intero.

Sommige boeken proef je, andere verslind je, en slechts enkele kauw je, en verteer je helemaal.

Faber sniffed the book. "Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy." Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451