Book Quotes - Page 9

I think of you now mare than ever. It's raining today.

As we passed his table, I saw that the device that imprisoned the book was clever but wicked-looking, as though the critic were holding the work - and it's author - in bondage.

He is the only option for better living.

As Samson demonstrated, going bald ruins lives.

Reading a book is like living a deep and fulfilling life. Watching a movie is like being a paralyzed person: watching others live their lives while you observe from the sidelines.

I do not believe in God. I have no religion. But this to me is as close to a church as I have known in this life. It is a holy place. With bookstores like this, I feel confident in saying that there will be a book business for a very long time.

I am trying to sell beauty.Worst that you can do to me is not buy it!

Reading doesn't put you to sleep... it makes you dream...

The 'one book' which hasn't been written yet, even thenpersistent a book is being written by me, and might never end!While, I survive inside my brain with someone.

There are hard days to live. You awake to a day when you feel you've done it all before, and you're going to do it again, so why do it at all.

P.S. Please give my love to Tink, she always was such a funny little bug

On Tuesday, December 7th, a lot of good things happened: they took the trach out, took the cast off my leg and my PT, Maria, had me standing.

Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.

Wrong thinking will take your life the wrong way, channeling your thoughts to the right direction will cause you to soar in life.

Great souls encouraged us to be great.

Vision involves more than just seeing or being shown.

You'll make bundle of blunders if you consider yourself too clever to look at anothers work.

My books, my paradise!

What you think and how you think, influences what you ink and how you ink.

I am neither the mind not the thought, I am its Creator.

Your bone shall remainYour flesh shall remain Your spirit shall remain

Don’t make me angry-kiss you

You can’t give what you don’t have. To write, you must read. To write well, read well.

There is no such thing as a bad book, I just like some books more than others…

The best gift, you can give me is a book.

Were men and women ever really just friends?

f you are ready to cry..to feel the pain..to take the risk? You are ready for love

Those who are coming from the gutters know that from time to time a piece of us will break off and float back to the floor from whence it came. Wealth can gray your eyes at the edges, money does not make you hover above human qualities, you are only a flawed being with much material gain.

I am a deeply uncertain individual. I often find myself acting like a fool to make the people around me laugh. When they’re laughing, they’re not watching me quite as closely. I smile to put people at ease. But what if I opened my mouth one day, spoke my actual thoughts, and the people glared at my opinions? What if they thought me disgusting or frightening or ugly because of my words? Would you keep your lips shut for the rest of your life to not face that judgment? Just for the sake of someone else’s comfort? For these strangers, who I will never know? If I can’t speak then I’ll write. These strangers, whose opinions crush me, will be forced to listen. Because when they read my words those words will make a home within their heads. They may even end up using my own opinions against me. But at least I’ll be hidden behind the pages of a book.

A scary movie or a book isn't still made. But I'm waiting for that!

The impact of music is so great that you'll leave your book and start dancing.

Not everybody is looking for a boyfriend with a sports car.

As soon as her heart stopped beating, Brad collapsed to the floor beside her bed. His body had succumbed to the trauma and his heart stopped. He joined his wife, his true love on the other side. The chat room was shaken to its core.

You will discover all that pertains to life by reading.

Fenworth owned a world-famous library. More rooms held books than beds. Pillows stuffed in niches and comfortable chairs scattered throughout each room offered abundant paces to curl up and read.

I am fortunate to be a resemblance, rather than a replication of who I was yesterday.

But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...

Life is a book. We are writing the stories of our lives.

We, and I think I'm speaking for many writers, don't know what it is that sometimes comes to make our books alive. All we can do is write dutifully and day after day, every day, giving our work the very best of what we are capable. I don't that we can consciously put the magic in; it doesn't work that way. When the magic comes, it's a gift.

If I stay close to the sea, I will go on well.

And go we all must, with a healthy lust of books we trust.

Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.

Any change that shortens the path between a writer and reader is a win for the book world.

If you think about it, an unfair society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.

Another way of remaining in intimacy with God is by remaining in His presence.

Your life today and tomorrow is patterned alongside your thoughts. You are therefore advised to create good and wonderful thoughts today so they will deliver a beautiful tomorrow for you.

The idea that only the educated are privileged is an illusion.

Education costs an arm and a leg, but ignorance costs you your mind and your soul.

From the beginning, she had sat looking at him fixedly. As he now leaned back in his chair, and bent his deep-set eyes upon her in his turn, perhaps he might have seen one wavering moment in her, when she was impelled to throw herself upon his breast, and give him the pent-up confidences of her heart. But, to see it, he must have overleaped at a bound the artificial barriers he had for many years been erecting, between himself and all those subtle essences of humanity which will elude the utmost cunning of algebra until the last trumpet ever to be sounded shall blow even algebra to wreck. The barriers were too many and too high for such a leap. With his unbending, utilitarian, matter-of-fact face, he hardened her again; and the moment shot away into the plumbless depths of the past, to mingle with all the lost opportunities that are drowned there.

I'm considering writing a self-help book and giving people 20 cents to read it. This way, I can be sure they all get new paradigms.

You've got something that I don't have. Innocence. Ur eyes express it, & I can read everything in them". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

I am not a supporter of burning books; but like poison, some books should be kept away from simple minds who can't take in the strong content they provide

Writing a book is like raising a child, the only difference is you don’t have the fucking part in writing a book.

And as he watched them walk out of the orphanage, Thomas Carter would think of their lives as the blank pages of a book in which he had written the initial chapters of a story he would never be allowed to finish.

Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it’s the path of least resistance for our souls – an energy force that wants nothing more than for us to honor and accept who we are and discover what we’re meant to do in the world.

Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.

Please kiss that girl a million times.

Each book is a mind alive, a life revealed, a world awaiting exploration, but living people are all those things, as well—and more, because their stories haven’t yet been completely told.

Happy be the reader plunged into her book who forgot the world and whom world forgot.

I love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old bindings, and stars in margins next to beautiful passages. I love exuberant underlinings that recall to me a swoon of language-love from a long-ago reading, something I hoped to remember. I love book plates, and inscriptions in gifts from loved ones, I love author signatures, and I love books sitting around reminding me of them, being present in my life, being. I love books. Not just for what they contain. I love them as objects too, as ever-present reminders of what they contain, and because they are beautiful. They are one of my favorite things in life, really at the tiptop of the list, easily my favorite inanimate things in existence, and ... I am just not cottoning on to this idea of making them ... not exist anymore. Making them cease to take up space in the world, in my life? No, please do not take away the physical reality of my books.