Book Quotes - Page 17

It was that kind of kiss. But as with all kisses, it was not without a certain element of danger

These rituals Rango could not sustain, for he could not maintain the effort to arrive on time since his lifelong habit had created the opposite habit: to elude, to avoid, to disappoint every expectation of others, every commitment, every promise, every crystallization.

An excerpt from:“Hypothetically Speaking”ByAnthony T. Hincks(A book about you and the world – coming soon!)If I was a savvy person, I would watch, and study mankind in order to find out where his weaknesses lay.Greed, for sure; vanity; mistrust; a tendency towards violence; fanaticism, and many other less than honorable traits and even some honorable ones which could also be used, and capitalized on.Then, once I had found his weaknesses I would act.I and some friends or family, not terms that I would usually use but ones that are more commonly used here on Earth, would start an empire.Months – Years - Millennium Who cares, for time is on my side, not yours!I would sow mistrust; magic; wisdom; knowledge, and start many religions.Why many religions?Because where would the fun be by just having one, when with a whole handful you can sow hatred; do unspeakable acts all in the name of religion. That’s a lot more fun, and, besides which, it suits my purposes.Innovation – Invention – Intelligence All of those things would come, but only at a time of my choosing.Decades would pass and then centuries. Wars would be fought. He against him. He against her. She against him. They against others.I tell you, watching something come to fruition is a hell of a lot of fun.

...a book, a real book, language incarnate, becomes a part of one's bodily life.

I’ll tell you, but it’s a whole book.

A picture's worth a thousand words. But a single word can make you think of over a thousand pictures in your mind, over a thousand moments, a thousand memories.

Destiny is manifested only through action.

Which is my favourite book??Very complicated question... so far... I think that the question should be "My favourite books...!".

You see, one of the best things about reading is that you'll always have something to think about when you're not reading.

I thought of all the summer evenings I'd spent sitting in the chairs under the trees beside the trailer, reading books that helped me escape Creek View, at least for a little while. Magical kingdoms, Russian love triangles, and the March sisters couldn't have been further away from the trailer park.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink.Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear."How human you are," he whispered.

The world is like a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

The broken spine of the book shows the webbing of binder's string, and my fingers have worn white spots in the cover.

Every unknown is a beginning'.

Can you imagine a world without books to read?

Don't die a pauper, don't die a commoner and a weakling.

Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.

Make your book of life a musical. Never abandon obligations, but have fun leaving behind a colorful legacy. Never allow anybody to be the composer of your own destiny. Take control of your life, and never allow limitations implanted by society tell you how your music is supposed to sound — or how your book is supposed to be written.

Books are carnival rides for your imagination.

When we are connected to the source, we will not be afraid of any task set before us.

I’m the sexiest of them all! - Carol

The clean book bill will be one of the most immoral measures ever adopted. It will throw American art back into the junk heap.

A great book remains eternally in one’s memory as today’s legend.

Great books make a great life.

Getting married early is like wrestling with calculus on a merry trip to Las Vegas!

Their words also make it a lot easier for people to justify that shift -- to convince themselves that surfing the Web is a suitable, even superior, substitute for deep reading and other forms of calm and attentive thought. In arguing that books are archaic and dispensable, Federman and Shirky provide the intellectual cover that allows thoughtful people to slip comfortably in the permanent state of distractedness that defines the online life.

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

Yes, its hard to write. But its harder not to.

When your thought is right, your imaginations will be colourful; you will then dream and not have nightmares!

Old is old at any age. Old is when you quit asking questions about this, that, and everything. Old is when you forget how to love-or worse, don't care. Old is when you don't want to dance anymore. Old is when you don't want to learn anything new except how to be old. Old is when people tell you that you are old-and you believe them.

Two halves of the same whole.They cannot live together, yetcannot die apart.

You can kill a book quicker by your silence than by a bad review.

I thought of all those heroines of fiction who looked pretty when they cried, and what a contrast I must make with a blotched and swollen face, and red rims to my eyes.

Life's a book filled on pages Just awaiting to be written.Some don't open it for ages,Maybe afraid of being bitten.

Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?

There were so many different versions of him. It was countless versions of a song, and they were all original, and they were all true, and they were all right. It should have been impossible. Was I supposed to love them all?

Perhaps too, it is innocence that allows the young to hear Aviad more clearly when he calls, and encourages their hearts to follow Him, even when they do not recognize His voice for what it is.

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

You'll find magic everywhere, even in dark, dusty corners, if you stop searching with your limited human eyes and instead feel with your naked soul.

Think about it. If I say to you, "Oh! I wrote a 500-page book on that!" Don’t your eyebrows go up?

sometimes it is when we feel the most helpless, and the most alone, that we are actually the closest to knowing our true nature.

It will be awesome audiobooks to go like films, but more longer!

The most valuable real estate for a man is the woman's mind.Many bloody battles have been fought for her mind space!

If you begin to read, you find the answers you seek.

The pimple is perfect.

There are two motives for writing a book: one, that you may save what you know, the other, that you may share what you know with the public.

Know this. If you're here to hurt my ship, or my crew, I will make sure you truly do know sufferi

I loved your breaking down that door, repeated Djuna. Through Rango she had breathed some other realm she had never attained before. She had touched through his act some climate of violence she had never known before.

The question ‘Why poetry?’ isn’t asking what makes poetry unique among art forms; poetry may indeed share its origins with other forms of privileged utterance. A somewhat more interesting question would be: “What is the nature of experience, and especially the experience of using language, that calls poetic utterance into existence? What is there about experience that’s unutterable?” You can’t generalize very usefully about poetry; you can’t reduce its nature down to a kernel that underlies all its various incarnations. I guess my internal conversation suggests that if you can’t successfully answer the question of “Why poetry?,” can’t reduce it in the way I think you can’t, then maybe that’s the strongest evidence that poetry’s doing its job; it’s creating an essential need and then satisfying it.

A library: Where we can shhhh people without offense.

No, but I do read a lot. I love to read. I could read for days and never stop. I use to be such a bookworm. I would barely look up to notice much of anything.

But life never lets you go, does it? You can't put down life the way you put down a book.

The unspoken feeling that engulfs you and smolders you more and more each day.....love!

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

I feel his body pressed against mine. His heat burns against my flesh; searing, seducing. Permanently making it his.

You recreate your world to your taste with God's Word in your mouth.

Knowledge is not obtained through being absorbed in a book, it comes when you brush aside fantasies and sensuality, switching from the unreal to the real.

My past still haunts me when I sleep, although I saw that - much to my surprise- his does as well.

I don’t want to finish reading the book.

Nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - There is no book so bad that it is not profitable on some part.