Reader Quotes

If you can't write, read.If you can't read, walk.Or walk and read, then write.

There was a moment of silence as they imagined a future in which there existed an organisation that stole imagination for, undoubtedly, a sinister plan.

He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's wondering why I'm staring at him, but he doesn't ask.I finally take a sip of coffee, set the mug back on the table, and voice what's on my mind, "I want to draw you.

Turn the page, your heroine is still there, breathe, relax, life is beautiful: you're in a book!

Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in their jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journey of exploration and discovery.

Reading is the life-saving water for our minds. Drink pure words as much as you need and remain alive!

Ms Rainn, you might say, is a writing prodigy and I'm her mentor.

As much as I respect him, he is somewhat of an ignorant fool.

What a writer brought to a book didn't matter as much as what the reader contributed.

The purpose of a writer is to show the beauty and tragedy of life in the reader's own mirror.

A cup of tea at the ready and a jug of water will suffice just fine.

Reading gives liberty to your mind.

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?

They're a group called The Spirit-crushers and their leader is known as The Almighty Spirit-crusher.

Don't dare try to be heroes.

In reading you must pursue to become a creator.

I used to always read with a pen in my hand, as if the author and I were in a conversation.

A book is indeed dead until a reader brings it into life by reading it.

Never ask about the details of someone's personal life, only the quality. Because if they want you to know, they'll let you know. If they don't want you to know, there is no need to know.

You must learn not to rely so heavily on others. Only then will help come when you truly need it.

It's okay, Ms Rainn, you were simply lost in your imagination.

You are a reader, and therefore a thinker, an observer, a living soul who wants more out of this human experience.

The reader leaves his mark on the book, as the book leaves its mark on the reader.

He could tell her that dogs used to look like cats and vice versa without a lick of proof and it would change the way she regarded the animals.

I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.

If you don’t want to waste your time on thinking, start reading.

Crying will achieve nothing. Only action will.

Are you imperfect, romantically irrational, ridiculously fearless, and utterly illogical? You're my ideal reader, friend, partner. I'm your fan.

The true reader must be an extension of the author. He is the higher court that receives the case already prepared by the lower court. The feeling by means of which the author has separated out the materials of his work, during reading separates out again the unformed and the formed aspects of the book—and if the reader were to work through the book according to his own idea, a second reader would refine it still more, with the result that, since the mass that had been worked through would constantly be poured into fresh vessels, the mass would finally become an essential component—a part of the active spirit.Through impartial rereading of his book the author can refine his book himself. With strangers the particular character is usually lost, because the talent of fully entering into another person’s idea is so rare. Often even in the author himself. It is not a sign of superior education and greater powers to justifiably find fault with a book. When receiving new impressions, greater sharpness of mind is quite natural.

She lost touch with reality and was dragged into her imagination.

What the future held for spirit, Emily could only imagine.

You are more likely to find three TVs inside a randomly selected house than you are to find a single book that is or was not read to pass an exam, to please God, or to be a better cook.

The Word is alive. We have always known it. But it needs to be uttered, aloud or in the mind of a reader. Without a consciousness to tickle them into life, those books were dead.

However readers make a book theirs, the end is that book and reader become one. The world that is a book is devoured by a reader who is a letter in the world's text; thus a circular metaphor is created for the endlessness of reading. We are what we read. The process by which the circle is completed is not, Whitman argued, merely an intellectual one; we read intellectually on a superficial level, grasping certain meanings and conscious of certain facts, but at the same time, invisibly, unconsciously, text and reader become intertwined, creating new levels of meaning, so that every time we cause the text to yield something by ingesting it, simultaneously something else is born beneath it that we haven't yet grasped. That is why - as Whitman believed, rewriting and re-editing his poems over and over again - no reading can ever be definitive.

For when I trace back the years I have liv'd, gathering them up in my Memory, I see what a chequer'd Work Of Nature my life has been. If I were now to inscribe my own History with its unparalleled Sufferings and surprizing Adventures (as the Booksellers might indite it), I know that the great Part of the World would not believe the Passages there related, by reason of the Strangeness of them, but I cannot help their Unbelief; and if the Reader considers them to be but dark Conceits, then let him bethink himself that Humane life is quite out of the Light and that we are all Creatures of Darknesse.

Every great writer is a great reader.

As readers, we have gone from learning a precious craft whose secret was held by a jealous few, to taking for granted a skin that has become subordinate to principles of mindless financial profit or mechanical efficiency, a skill for which governments care almost nothing.

Isn't the smell of coffee the best alarm clock?

Writers whose thoughts are expressed with clarity and precision are assumed by readers to be superficial. Where the meaning is obscured, then readers give more attention and consider the fruit of their labour more valuable

A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle...

Hey, GreenHollyWood ruin my vision. I don't want to be gay... because what's shown in Mr.Robot it's geysish, mother fucker!

All writers read, Ms Rainn. With dwindling amounts of books circulating imagination, the less writers of all mediums will be able to exercise their own imaginations.

It means they engineered the spirit to have a negative effect on the imagination.

But without a reader, a story is only half complete. It's like blueprints that never get built; like a swimming pool without water. The foundation's there, but it's useless. Without a reader, the words just sit on the page, waiting to come alive in someone's imagination.

Haiku does not express emotion from the inside out by displaying the mind of a character. Haiku builds the emotional thrust, makes the artistic statement from the outside in, from the physical world to the mind of the reader.

For what was it about books that once finished left the reader in a bit of a haze and made them reread the last few sentences in order to continue the ringing in their hearts a while longer, so as not to let the silence illumine the fact that reading, they had gained something — distance, a lesson, a companion, a new world — but now, after the last full stop, they had lost something palpable and felt a little emptier than before.

I have falling in love with reading.

But a reader's ambition knows no bounds.

Oh, how scary and wonderful it is that words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

The imagination gland doesn't die. It just becomes reliant on manufactured spirit.

Why, of course, if the reader were smart enough, he could figure the whole thing through after just the first few pages! But in his heart Arthur knew that his readers didn't really want to win. They wanted to test their wits against the author at full pitch, and they wanted to lose. To be dazzled.

If a book doesn’t inspire you to read more, it was not worth read.

Sometimes a writer simply finds new ways of saying what has already been said because, ultimately, truth is unoriginal.

Let's read as if books were to disappear tomorrow!

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

You may not have finished today but the work you did got you closer than if you would have done nothing.

One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He parts my lips under his as my mind seems to sign quietly in content. I kiss him back as fiercely as he kisses me, unable to control the infatuation that rushes through me - feeling almost like fireworks. Not so careful anymore.Little shivers of urgency shoot through me. I push off the window, pressing closer to him. The rush of sensation that is coursing through me feels like I've drunk a gallon of coffee. It feels like an electric buzz is flooding between us.

Through her eyes the day was new and anything was possible.

What could a person like Emily do? Could she possibly satisfy both sides? Or would that only end badly?

Tales of triumph are my favourite.