Quotes About Books

He had promised Leslie that after Christmas he would stay home and fix up the house and plant his garden and listen to music and read books out loud and write only in his spare time.

They gave Jesse all of Leslie's books and her paint set with three pads of real watercolor paper.

We are not wise enough, we adults, to know what book will be right for any child at any particular moment, but the richer the book, the more imaginative, the more emotionally true, the more beautiful the language, the better the chance that it will minister to a child's deep, inarticulate fears.

When I was a child, it was a matter of pride that I could plow through a Nancy Drew story in one afternoon, and begin another in the evening. . . . I was probably trying to impress the librarians who kept me supplied with books.

Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

Los libros le borraron el dolor y la decepción. Los libros cerraban las puertas malas y abrían las buenas. Rachel no recordaba cuándo había leído su primer libro y no recordaba ninguna ocasión en que no hubiera estado leyendo algo.

I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea.

I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea.

In those early months, we'd somehow developed this idea that how well you were settling in at the Cottages—how well you were coping—was somehow reflected by how many books you'd read. It sounds odd, but there you are, it was just something that developed between us, the ones who'd arrived from Hailsham.

Don't talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all. I wondered whether they had books about his sort of thing. Fifty Ways to Tell the Living from the Dead Before You Wind Up in a Padded Room. Yep, I'm sure the library carried that one.

It's night in the Free People's World Tree Library. All the librarians are asleep, ... between the pages of their enchanted novels.

I get through some print.

Books. I needed to ground myself and nothing, not even the Jay, quite does it like books. I don't always have the focus to read them but I sure do need them around

There's always been books. All my bedraggled life, they've been the only constant. Even Sutton, my closest friend, had exclaimed, "What's with the fucking reading, man? You used to be a guard, for christsakes." Which is Irish logic at its finest. I'd said to him then and umpteen times since, "Reading transports me.

He was looking forward to letting Joanne know, in a casual way, that he had read these books.

Su mente era como una casa que había ido amueblando durante toda su vida. Las mesas y las camas eran las canciones que sabía cantar, las obras que había visto, las catedrales que había admirado y los libros que había leído en inglés, francés y latín.

the enlightenment of mankind." Books, and the wisdom

He couldn't seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.

sometimes reading the same page over and over, until one sleepy afternoon something clicked, like a lock unlocking, and she saw those printed doors swing open on a vast house of words.

It would be unfair to say that I prefer the back of a book to its contents, but it is true that the sight of a lot of books gives me the hope that I may some day read them, which sometimes develops into the belief that I have read them.

Some books accrete things to themselves like a magnet. The writer risks sterility by subjecting the mysterious power of imagination to the devices of mere comprehension.

A collection of good books, with a soul to it in the shape of a librarian, becomes a vitalized power among the impulses by which the world goes on to improvement.