Best 284 quotes in «book lovers quotes» category

If we read, we shall renew our minds.

If you are afraid of the critics you will never write a word

If you are writing fiction, think like a god. Release all the power of your imagination; create worlds and destroy them at your will, create as many miracles as your story needs

If you have never ever read a book then try reading I Lost My Soul', you will fall in love with books...

If you read great literature every day, you will uplift your spirit, soul and self.

If you're going to force me out, someone else will find their way in. That is key.

If you read, you shall renew your mind.

If you read stories, you find the strength, faith and hope to survive everyday life.

I invited Onyx to be my plus one. Of course she was all in when I added that Grandma A had a massive swimming pool and was within a short driving distance to a two-story bookstore.

. If you want to write, just write anything that comes into your mind. You will be surprised at how you can force inspiration to stand on your side.

I had a renewal of mind, when I begin to read.

I love the feel of a book. I love the touch and smell and sound of the pages. I love the handling. A book is a sensual thing. You sit in a chair with it or like me you take it to bed and it's, well, enveloping. Weird I am, I know(...)You either get it or you don't.

I love to buying books to create my sacred library.

I love a book which never ends in my head, even though- a thousand times, it has been read!

I love buying books to create my sacred library.

I'm a real self-educated kind of guy. I read voraciously. Every book I ever bought, I have. I can't throw it away. It's physically impossible to leave my hand! Some of them are in warehouses. I've got a library that I keep the ones I really really like. I look around my library some nights and I do these terrible things to myself--I count up the books and think, how long I might have to live and think, 'F@#%k, I can't read two-thirds of these books.' It overwhelms me with sadness." --David Bowie, quoted in the Daily Beast in a 2002 interview with Bob Guccione, Jr.

In a second-hand bookshop head to the back, find the old books with dust undisturbed and worn off covers for these clothe true treasures.

In order to protect their good names for posterity, many writers never wrote what they thought or the truth as it stood. That's why truth still lies hidden in matters of power, sex and religion. No wonder they chose to do so, many who dared paid with their heads

I never had a book get angry or yell at me, never had a book show disappointment in me or consider me stupid because I didn't understand a line or needed to reread a paragraph or didn't know a word, never had a book mock me, never had a book turn its back on me or slap me in the face or fire me from reading it or decide it was in love with a faster, more intelligent, handsomer reader, I never even had a book get bored with me, or question my logic, I never had a book look suddenly crestfallen because I shut it and left it on its own, I've never met a book too shy to come into the bathroom with me or under the covers, I never met a book that refused to read me to sleep.

In the books I find the thrum of everything unsayable. The characters weep the way I want to, love the way I want to, cry, die, beat their breasts, and bray with life.

In state of deep depression, I stayed alone; my time was occupied with reading sacred books.

Io mi sono sempre lasciata attraversare dalle emozioni, investire con rabbiosa furia, ferirmi nella tormentosa lotta alla sopravvivenza.

I read for pleasure and to acquire knowledge.

[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

I sentimenti si imprimono nei luoghi dove li abbiamo vissuti.

I suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the day." (Interview with The Booklovers blog, September 2010)

I slept like a rock Coming through my window Woke up with new light

It mattered most to me then because of where I was in my life. So in a way, there isn't just one book that matters most, there might be several, or even a dozen.

I thought I appreciated books, but this was an alter to the book gods. It was hard not to be impressed. I didn't know what had the most impact: the rosewood shelving, the rolling library ladders, the mezzanine floor with the ornate spiral wrought-iron staircases at each end, the carved moldings, the scent of well-loved books, or the silky Aubusson rugs in a soft faded palette of rose, sage and aqua.

I tended to fall in love with characters in books. Most guys I went to school with were far too interested in sports or video games. How could they hold a candle to Mister Darcy’s intensity, Tom Joad’s ethics, Martin Eden’s passion, Caleb Trask’s struggle for goodness, or Edmond Dantes’ cunning intellect?

I took my time, running my fingers along the spines of books, stopping to pull a title from the shelf and inspect it. A sense of well-being flowed through me as I circled the ground floor. It was better than meditation or a new pair of shoes- or even chocolate. My life was a disaster, but there were still books. Lots and lots of books. A refuge. A solace. Each one offering the possibility of a new beginning.

It's the loneliest people who love books the most...it was the opposite of loneliness, too, like there were too many people around me, forced connections, that I needed a little isolation to think on my own, to be my own person.

It's sort of like books. Yeah, you know how you read certain books and at the last page you're filled with the story and you sort of don't want to leave the characters?

It's all a conundrum, isn't it— forgetting the mixed tape in the car... feeling forgotten when... so many people are thinking of us? Drinking when we should be eating... sleeping when we should be making love... thanking God above when we don't have enough? Each day is a mad rush to something irrelevant. We measure our pricelessness by our successes, which... still equals money. Life goes by so quick when each day is a mad rush to slow motion. We eat fast food so that we can go to bed on time, but, trust me, everyone wakes up too late.

It smelled like a library – the initial whiff of something bitter, followed by the scent lingering in every book there – dusty, sweet, and full of possibilities.

It's the only thing I begrudge the rich," I said, as I followed him back down the damp-smelling staircase to the ground floor. "What's that?" "Their ability to buy books that the rest of us can never hope to own.

I used to get upset if somebody I didn't like loved a book I loved. That's MY book, I'd think.

It was the fangirl code for every book geek: read, chat, squeal. Re-read, chat, and squeal again, until it’s all over and the dreaded book funk sets in. Find the next best thing to fill the void, then repeat steps one through three as necessary.

I used to be afraid about what people might say or think after reading what I had written. I am not afraid anymore, because when I write, I am not trying to prove anything to anyone, I am just expressing myself and my opinions. It’s ok if my opinions are different from those of the reader, each of us can have his own opinions. So writing is like talking, if you are afraid of writing, you may end up being afraid of talking

I've heard a collective gasp. I ran over the sentence in my head. It took me a minute to catch my mistake; I'd called him Maxon.

I’ve got the first two books,” Calla said. “I’ll loan them to you.” The young woman seemed momentarily surprised and then happily agreed. “I guess that’s what people who read stuff do,” she said. “They loan books to each other.

I was not gentle on my books. I read while I ate, I read in the bathtub. At night, I rolled over on top of my books that had fallen between the covers as I dozed.

I've never understood the desire for books with matched bindings. You don't go through life looking for sets of matched people, and books are just as individual.

I want to read every book that’s written hear every song that was sung I want to gaze at every cloud and hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

Los libreros de verdad, incorregibles, como Sophie y yo, no saben mentir. La cara siempre nos delata. Una ceja levantada o una mueca revelan que el libro no merece la pena, y entonces los clientes inteligentes piden que les recomendemos otra cosa, con lo cual los llevamos a la fuerza hasta un volumen en concreto y les ordenamos que lo lean. Si lo leen y les desagrada, nunca volverán. Pero si les gusta, serán clientes para toda la vida.

Little girls start changing their life as they get older. Their rhythm changes... Their stories, joys, tickles, and merriment do not change; they do. Their laughter becomes about chagrin, apology, and cordiality. It becomes a nervous laughter. It stops coming from a place of pure abandonment anymore; it comes from a place of abandoning their pure abandonment. They forget how to laugh from the bellies of their being.

Louise was wandering around in front of the books, reading the titles and looking at the beautiful leather covers, when she heard her father come into the house. In a panic, she picked three books at random without so much as looking at them and ran out of the study. When she got back to her room, she looked at the stolen treasures, worried at the idea that her father would discover the theft. When she opened them and read them, her pleasure was even greater as, for her, this seemed to be a kind of victory over her father, who couldn’t see what she was doing. She managed to read one of them but the two others were really too difficult. Yet the pleasure she felt at escaping from her life by reading was something that from then on she could never do without.

Lord!" he said, "when you sell a man a book you don't sell him just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue — you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night — there's all heaven and earth in a book, a real book I mean. Jiminy! If I were the baker or the butcher or the broom huckster, people would run to the gate when I came by — just waiting for my stuff. And here I go loaded with everlasting salvation — yes, ma'am, salvation for their little, stunted minds — and it's hard to make 'em see it. That's what makes it worth while — I'm doing something that nobody else from Nazareth, Maine, to Walla Walla, Washington, has ever thought of. It's a new field, but by the bones of Whitman, it's worth while. That's what this country needs — more books!

Lover of books, lover of knowledge.

Love is the connection between souls synchronized through heart beats. Quote from my upcoming book 'Always Be MINE