Quotes about book-quote

A book is a garden, only its flowers are ideas.

A book is a small library you can fit into your pocket.

The engorged moon hung full and low in the sky like a yellow skull. Misshapen clouds stretched across the floating orb with elongated hands and bony fingers grasping. As they neared the docks, the gas lamps grew fewer and the streets gloomier. The cobblestones blackened as they passed the deserted brickfields. Bottle-shaped kilns spat their outrage with orange tongues of fire into the cooling air. Mangy dogs snarled in hunger and wandering sea-gulls screamed their displeasure at the hansom’s pas

I hate water. It's so boring. And it takes up so much room in your stomach.

Of all the comforting objects in this world, few things are as reassuring and accepting as books.

She was not the still quiet type. Aphrodites never are.

My life is exactly what it's meant to be, and I'm okay. I'm. Okay. Those two words, yeah, they mean a lot to me. I'm not perfect, I'm not completely healed, but I'm okay. I'll take it.

You're absolutely insane, that much I'm certain of, but it's one of the many things I love about you.

I just want you, to be mine, forever. I want a piece of you no one else has ever had, and I want you to own my heart forever.

I believe the meaning of life is the relationships we have with each other." 

A book can become your best companion in times of crisis.Not only do you learn in the journey of your pages, but rediscover yourself, with your virtues and defects ... often makes you question everything, even life itself.The books are fantastic, as they not only transport you to other places and the awakening of sensations, curiosity, laughter, hilarity, sadness, etc. Other times, it can give you a quiet space in truculent moments, and lead you to a level of peace, acceptance, healthy optimism,

A book is the only true land of the free: within its borders, anything is possible

Our lives aren't just measured in years. They're measured in the lives of people we touch around us

...I suppose clichés wouldn't be clichés if they weren't based on some sort of tediously predictable truth.

You're only as old as you feel.

The fear of silence is a fear everyone should overcome.

If you close your door to the world of books, the gates of the world of ignorance automatically opens and quickly pulls you inside!

He's the navigator, he could probably find you a route to Hawaii underwater.

The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.

It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be, with no effort or trying and slowly we found each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hopethat things will go on and get betterand that things and people and views are still out there, yet to be found.

I'm aware of how unprofessional this is and yet I can't stop myself.

The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.

This is a cemetery of memories and I'm grave robbing.

I am sorry, I am not a writer. I simply put my thoughts on paper. Those helped by them call them a book and me a writer. Those who are not helped call it rubbish and me a fool. Both have reason.

One day I will write a book. An epitaph

Every book has its ancestors

Writing is exposing yourself to strangers

Writing is a competition between the writer and the page. When the page wins, you fail as a writer.

I always thought 'love at first sight' was silly and incredibly irresponsible. Then, you came along and you flipped it on me. I understand it now. I do! ~Sheriff Derrick Decker

The most comfortable place for a tired mind is in the lap of a book.

Books are to the mind as the whetstone for the knives.

Everyone and Everything is conspiring to end up in a book.

That’s what our country needs – more books and far more readers.

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

Books are a treasured friend, however it’s difficult to explain it to a non-reader.

If a book is worth reading, it will most probably be worth reading twice.

Crazy people. They never think they're crazy. Their craziness makes perfect sense to them.

Once you read a classic, you will start loving even the smell of the books.

A good book will surely become an event in your life.

I am a passionate reader.New interested books keep adding on my reading list. My wildest dream is to complete reading all the books.

The world of books captured my heart.

Be great, read great books.

The pages of a book are given life only as they are opened

Only a foolish soul would love the stars. As beautiful as they are, they will burn you. Regardless of your best intentions.

She was magic, a direct light—the kind that seeps through in places that didn’t exist inside him anymore. The light he thought he lost forever, but Nick realized we don’t lose the light, we absorb it, and with Olivia he wanted to absorb every small speck of it.

I feel like this is a horror story. That's how scared I am right now."Don't be scared.""That doesn't help.

Being the Novelist-in-Residence at a riad hotel in the kasbah of an Arabic North African city is a lot like trying to write one’s memoirs on shreds of napkins in a nuthouse.

She thought about how in that moment life was perfect because it was simple. One truck, a world asleep, and a million stars.It didn’t matter where they were going. She was just existing.

Sometimes your dream is so special that... you can't kill it. You can't die even if you try. Life will find a way to fulfill it, and a way to keep you alive. Because the Earth needs dreamers to survive.

Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.

Nearly two years of dates. Still no question. Her mother and father want to set a proper date. Still no question. Her friends keep asking, when, Natasha? When? But she still hasn’t been asked The Question. It’s enjoyable to be the one with all the secrets, but in her honest mind – the hidden part that’s always sleeping – the secrets he keeps about when and if give her a feeling inside she’s never really understood completely – a sensation she had as a child when she got to the end of a fairytale

He remembers how someone – he forgets who – once said in a sarcastic tone, “Isn’t she just Little Miss Sweetness and Light?” – and it was a statement that put him off proposing. It made him seriously reassess his options. He didn’t want to be with someone others saw as overly-moral because he has flaws, he has weaknesses. How would his mistakes compare to her virtuousness? She used to dislike the competitiveness at work, the way she claimed she could never really make friends with anyone because

Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.

Amari swung around in her seat to look back and there was indeed a small girl sitting on the boundary wall. She didn’t seem to be looking at the car that had just passed but up ahead. Amari turned around to see what she was looking at and she saw it, up ahead, the farm house that she could only assume was their new home.

Oh so we are neighbours?” She tried to smile sweetly, so Maggie felt like she could talk more. Maggie shrugged again, “Not for long.” Amari got goosebumps and asked, “Oh why? Where are you guys moving too?” Maggie looked at her again and said stoically, “No where.

A writer is a thought smith he educates men to think for themselves

A writer is never alone he is always in conversation with himself

I read used books because fingerprint-smudged and dog-eared pages are heavier on the eye. Because every book can belong to many lives. Books should be kept in public places and step out with passersby who'll onto them for a spell. Books should die like people, consumed by aches and pains, infected, drowning off a bridge together with the suicides, poked into a potbellied stove, torn apart by children to make paper boats. They should die of anything, in other words, except boredom, as private pro

People who love reading get an instantly warm feeling in their bellies when they hear others describe getting comfortable with a good book.

Books are a stairway to knowledge experience is a highway to understanding together they are an elevator to enlightenment.

Accept who you are. Don’t leave me, Willow. We are all broken, that’s how the light shines through. - Rhydian

You’re more capable than you know. Deep down, you have… a magick inside you that you’ve tucked away. That needs release. It’s a connection to who you are and what you are capable of. - Evan

Willow, there is a lot of prejudice around magickal families. I think your terms are snobby and over privileged brats. Whether it be light dark or anything between, they will have it measured in percentages like DNA. For Wiccan culture, it’s about purity above all. One with nature, the goddess, and the spirit. It’s not that different with other magickal beings. - Aiden Warrington

The internet is killing the art of writing. The big "publish" button begs you to publish even before you go back and make one single edit, and as if this was not enough, you have instant readers who praise your writing skills!-

Are you in a suit?' I managed at last, my voice choking up. 'You didn’t have to dress up for me.''Quiet, Sage,' he said. 'I’ll make the hilarious one-liners during this daring rescue.

One day, she ventured to the palace library and was delighted to find what good company books could be.

They had reached a perfect moment of human love. They had created a moment of perfect understanding and accord. This highest moment would now remain as point of comparison to torment them later on when all natural imperfections would disintegrate it.

Delighted," Jess said. "I think all houses should be stuffed with books. It makes them--""Homes?" the doctor finished. "You are quite the heretic, for someone in a Library uniform.""Guilty.

On silent moonless nights, I don't feel lonely! I have my greatest friends - my books for company!

For me, every book is an individual with its own identity and has to be nurtured and taken care of, so that it may survive for a longer period.

Most of the time our inner voice tries to guide us to ‘Truth’ but we, out of our own vested interests, wish to continue living in our own self-created illusions because it suits our purpose or fulfils our needs.

Ego is like a mad elephant which is ridden by our blind heart and blind mind and which ultimately destroys our real selves

Life is truly a matter of choices, reactions, and actions...each and every choice is governed by our reactions which in turn affect our actions and consequently the future turn of events

Was it possible that the emotion of love had somehow made me more susceptible to fear? Does the noble emotion of love make us start valuing our own lives and the lives of our loved ones more so that the feeling of fear creeps into our mindset?

What is the difference? Tell me what is the difference between you and me. We both kill for what we want," the man asks."We lived here first.

One author said "I write because I want to live a footprint in the sands of history.” It's hard to live a footprint in the sands of history when giants are passing through the same sands unless you are one of the giants

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 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

It is the Master who comes to the door of his student when the student is ready and the Master knows all the truth of his student

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

The city has a way of reminding you how insignificant you are,

If we followed our feelings all the time, we'd be like cats chasin' their tails.

When you have those moments just think of me, call or text me when you feel weak and I will always be there for you. Nothing about this will be easy, life is hard, we just feel it more than most because our souls have been broken and are raw.

I’m Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince…

Books make my world complete.

Dying's a bitch, and I would know.

Raven shook her head more violently and opened her mouth, a loud shriek filled the room and Amari realised what was about to happen, she ducked down and wrapped her arms around her head, just as the mirror shattered over her

The drug I take is called schizophrenia, among other labels, which I desperately want to put away. I want to put the drug of schizophrenia down, and I want to put down the stigma surrounding its label.

A book is the only vehicle that can take you around the world in one hour.

Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

You are no greater than the friends you keep, the books you read, the heroes you admire, and the obstacles you overcome.

In my youth I had three teachers: friends, enemies, and books. In my adulthood I had three professors: God, nature, and life.

The world of books is my fantasy.

A heart filled with light will always be in the middle of darkness. But, once it shines more brightly, there's nothing to be afraid. You, are the one who will conquer it.

The Boy’s head was spinning. Raul was real, and quite possibly not kindly disposed to him, as Marama’s potential heir and jail-breaker. The sailors worshiped Marama, who controlled the tides and commanded them through dreams? The Geolwe collected clouds and lived in the sky? And did the captain just say there were mountains in the sea? Did he mean under the water? Downing the drink in front of him, he began to laugh. It was all just so hopelessly un-real. Anselt and the captain stared for a mome

A Mother & Daughter's Love Is Never Separated

Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds.

Without love, life was nothing but endless tasks and battles.

It didn’t look like a solid hand; it looked like paper, almost transparent in the light. Just as suddenly the hand was pulled back and the window went black.