Quotes About Books

I have falling in love with reading.

If you are open-minded and ready to learn, there are many things which you can learn not only from books and instructors but from the very life experience itself.

We do not consider our principles as dogmas contained in books that are said to come from heaven. We derive our inspiration, not from heaven, or from an unseen world, but directly from life.

Books as a salve to the boredom of TV? No, because the bookmark just began to separate one sea of unread words from another.

In the writing of books, as all the world knows, two things are above all other things essential -- the one is to know exactly when and where to leave off, and the other to be equally certain when and where to begin.

She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.

In that moment, I realized how dangerous it was to keep company with the characters from books. They lived books lives of fierce deeds and deep yearning.

Lost in the Library

Books. Change. Lives.

thousands of books in here, shelved on four different floors. The categories

Read,read,read! It is good and promotes better academics. It helps in all sorts of ways. So read no matter what!

I discovered in nature the same appeal I found in books. Both were engrossing, filled with the richness of particularities and yet mysteriously universal. Both were the stuff of perspective.

Maybe more of us should have plots. Let's take them out of books and put them back in life where they belong.

One can never had too many librarian friends.

People need stories...we use stories to teach, to learn, to make sense of the world around us. As long as we need stories, we will need books.

Belle hesitated. "What is this place?" she asked. "A bit of magic, like all good books," the man replied. "An escape. A place where you can leave cares and worries behind." He smiled. "At least for a chapter or two.

But eating was the last thing on my mind. And I didn't see how Miss Wilcox could eat, or teach, or sleep or ever find any reason to leave this room. Not with all these books in it, just begging to be read.

An escape can become escapism before we even know it. Books are wonderful things, but you can't live in someone else's story. You have to live your own story.

All her life, she'd loved books. She loved the look of them, the smell of them, the sweet weight of them in her arms. Most of all, she loved the feeling she got every time she picked one up-the feeling of holding an entire world in her hands.

she had said no. "Reading became my sanctuary," Belle continued. "I found so much in those books. I found histories that inspired me. Poems that delighted me. Novels that challenged me…" Belle paused, suddenly self-conscious. She looked down at her hands, and in a wistful voice, said, "What I really found, though, was myself.

Why isn't real life like book life?" I asked, sitting down next to him. "Why aren't people plain and uncomplicated?

For last night, the Beast had given her an unexpected present—a gift more valuable to her than his castle and all his lands, one more precious than jewels or gold. Last night, the Beast had given her his books.

Belle hesitated. "What is this place?" she asked. "A bit of magic, like all goodbooks," the man replied. "An escape. A place where you can leave cares and worries behind." He smiled. "At least for a chapter or two." He offered her his arm.

What I saw next stopped me dead in my tracks. Books. Not just one or two dozen, but hundreds of them. In crates. In piles on the floor. In bookcases that stretched from floor to ceiling and lined the entire room. I turned around and around in a slow circle, feeling as if I'd just stumbled into Ali Baba's cave. I was breathless, close to tears, and positively dizzy with greed.