Quotes About Books

What are these things that this houses, Eva?" Rovender picked up a crumbling tome. He handed it to her. "These are books," Eva said as the yellowed bits of paper flaked away in her hands to rest on the floor. "It's what humans used to put all of their writing in long ago.

Back in our silences and sullen looks, for all the Scotch we drink, what's still between us not the thirty or so years, but books, books, books.

I never start one of these books in which they appear without being motivated by a desire to give those who read them at least some insight into the culture of a people who deserve to be much better understood. —Tony Hillerman

Here's another piece of advice, only date people who have read a different set of books than you have read, it will save you lots of time in the library.

Bøgers skæbne er ligeså forunderlig som menneskers. Den er aldrig til at forudse.

and I always dream about meeting some mysterious person who will listen to me and understand me. I know from books that such people exist, but you can't find any of them on my childhood street.

But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.

When Mats came in the evenings, they would drink tea in the kitchen while reading their books and talking about them. If Katri came in, they were quiet and waited for her to leave. The back door would close, and Katri would have gone. "Does your sister read our books?" Anna wanted to know. "No. She reads literature.

Hon tvättade varje fönster och ordnade bokhyllan, inte efter författare denhär gången utan alfabetiskt. När det var färdigt kom hon att tänka på ett bättre och personligare system och började ordna böckerna efter sig själv, de hon tyckte mest om på översta hyllan och de värsta längst ner. Hon upptäckte förvånad att det inte fanns en enda hon tyckte om.

One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago I met a little girl with a book under her arm. I asked her why she was out so early and she answered that there were too many books and far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.

I am sure you are only being modest. Particularly if you like such serious pastimes as botany lectures and books. I can't see the point to either, but dear Grace loves anything that exercises her mind." Lord Jack turned his head, his jewel-colored eyes meeting Grace's over the top of her aunt's bonnet. "Nothing wrong with a bit of exercise for the mind. Or the body." Warmth swirled abruptly to life within her. Anxious to extinguish the flame, Grace looked away.

It's a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

I have consistently loved books that I've read when I've been sick in bed.

It's a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

I heard voices outside our front door - a woman's, bright as polished brass, and a man's, low and dark like the wood of the table I was working on. They were the kind of voices we heard rarely in our house. I could hear rich carpets in their voices, books and pearls and fur.

So many (too many) books are published every year, and it seems everyone is writing a book. Perhaps we should all be reading more and writing less!

sometimes, what i see is a library in a rural community. all the tall shelves in the big open room. and the pencils in a cup at circulation, gnawed on by the entire population. the books have lived here all along, belonging for weeks at a time to one or another in the brief sequence of family names, speaking (at night mostly) to a face, a pair of eyes. the most remarkable lies.

My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.

I wanted to escape Small Town U.S.A. To dismiss the boundaries, to explore. My life experience came from watching movies, TV, and reading books and magazines. When your culture comes from watching TV everyday, you're bombarded with images of things that seem cool, places that seem interesting, people who have jobs and careers and opportunities.

Books had been her means of escape; now they would be her refuge.

Mr. Benedict, sir, have you read all the books in this house?" Mr. Benedict smiled, glancing fondly about at the many books in his study before looking at Reynie again. "My dear boy," he said, "what do you think?

You've read half the books in this house? This whole house?" "Well, approximately half." Sticky said. "To be more accurate, I suppose I've read more like" - his eyes went up as he calculated - "three sevenths? Yes, three sevenths." "Only three sevenths?" said Kate, pretending to look disappointed. "And here I was prepared to be impressed.

68 Gold Medallion awards for its books, more than any other publisher.

I looked at him curiously. 'I thought you only read non-fiction and Terry Pratchett?' 'I ran out of anything to read in the hospital and it was that or a lot of ditsy novels about cupcakes and fairy-wing repair shops by the beach.' 'I don't think I've come across the fairy-wing repair shop one,' I mused. 'Probably not: I made it up.' 'Maybe you should write it?' I suggested, then reverted back to the subject in hand.