Quotes Tagged "books"

Books, too, had hearts, though they were not the same as people's, and a book's heart could be broken: she had seen it happen before. Grimoires that refused to open, their voices gone silent, or whose ink faded and bled across the pages like tears.

تساءلت إن كان الفارِق بين كاتِب التقارير البائس، والبلطجي مفتول العضلات مجرد فارق في نوع الوظيفة، أم هو فارِق بين زمنين واسلوبين، القمع المستور، والقمع المُعلَن؟ الأوَّل يلدغك كالحيَّة دون جَلبة أو صوت، والثاني فاجر في عدوانيته، يُطلِق صيحاته في وجهك ويُحرِّك ذراعيه على امتدادهما، يُرهبك بنظراته وصوته العالي قبل أن يُخرِج السكين الذي يطعنك بِه.

That act alone made my blood boil. I wasn’t sure how long I could sit through this meal without ravishing more than just the food.

Analyse's head thrashed left and right as he continued his onslaught. Her body scraped against the harsh surface of the tree, tearing a painful howl from her lips yet she wanted more.

Books are voices somewhere between life and death.

That’s when it hit me. I scrambled to his side of the bed in haste, silently opened the bedside drawer and located the box of matches he had used to light the candle.

A civilization makes progress by leveraging the achievements and observations of past generations. We compress history into words, stories, and symbols that allow living people to learn and benefit from the experiences of the dead. In the space of one childhood, we can learn what it took humanity many centuries to figure out. While animals may have some capacity to instruct their young, humans are unlimited in their capacity to learn from one another. Thanks to stories, books, and our symbol systems, we can learn from people we have never met. We create symbols, or what Korzybski calls abstractions, in order to represent things to one another and our descendants more efficiently. They can be icons, brands, religious symbols, familiar tropes, or anything that compresses information bigger than itself.

Books because I'm tired of holding people.

Wapo watu ukitaka kuwaua wambie wasome vitabu. Hata ukiwambia someni kitabu fulani kujikinga na kifo wako tayari kufa kuliko kusoma.

Self help books help no one except the author

Det var en glad Dag før ham, han hadde ikke rikere Glæder end naar han kunde gjøre godt på denne Maate og hævde Lærdommens og Bokens Overlegenhet, det var hans Levebrød og hans Lidenskap. En Lidenskap skal Mennesket ha, somme trodser Ild og Vand for at faa bøie Verber.

I am the collection of books I read.

Show me your books and I will tell you who you are.

I look over my old books, happiest when I find a line it seems I could not have written.

It'll be dark soon, Rudy.' He walked on. 'So what?' 'I'm going back.' Rudy stopped and watched her now as if she were betraying him. 'That's right, book thief. Leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, you'd keep walking. Wouldn't you?

Oft When Somber shadows veil the human laughter,and lowly made depression its doom above us sink,from agonal mind with grief that drive's and batter mark'd by the sails of lonely hours that steep to think.

A Dusky bee as I spare lonely sites,solely across nature's dim given strife,I, a mused traveler that my life hails,from a warm curious, and mirthful form,yon world I gazed in all my vigils.

If it gleams,the wakeful spirit, which the purest in mine own fill of ecstasy, daring to swell tho' be the waning night,whose fading,blast find anew a song the very latest from my quill.

You, pulling up late on me. Made me, on time for me. In fact, I messed around and pulled up early. Remember that, boo

Once, however, he had a pleasure. He had gone out with a Robert Estienne, which he had sold for thirty-five sous under the Quai Malaquais, and he returned with an Aldus which he had bought for forty sous in the Rue des Gres.—‘I owe five sous,’ he said, beaming on Mother Plutarque. That day he had no dinner.