#book

Only LEFT and RIGHT hand can hold each other and walk together...Only RIGHTs are enough to say bye. Nobody is perfect in the world, if you Love the perfection of his/her imperfections then LOVE exists. ↗

— Anuj Tiwari

#love #love-story #romance #romance-novels #youth

Love is almost never simple. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#books #dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #love

If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#intelligence #wisdom #intelligence

Books appear to be the most immediate instruments of speculative delight. ↗

— Richard de Bury

#delightful #reading #love

You reach deep down and bring up what feels absolutely authentic to you as you move along with the book, but you don't know everything about it. You can't. ↗

— Anne Rice

#absolutely #along #authentic #book #bring

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#life #reading #refuge #life

Each day before the end of eve she sought her lover, nor would him leave, until the stars were dimmed, and day came glimmering eastward silver-grey. Then trembling-veiled she would appear, and dance before him, half in fear; there flitting just before his feet she gently chid with laughter sweet: 'Come! dance now, Beren, dance with me! For fain thy dancing I would see! ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#love

simple love's hard to come by/ I'm just living my life, and I'm trying to be a lady. ↗

— L.divine

#breyana #facebook #youtube #life

I made so many promises when I arrived here. Now I'm not so sure. Now I'm worried. Now my mind is a traitor because my thoughts crawl out of bed every morning with darting eyes and sweating palms and nervous giggles that sit in my chest, build in my chest, threaten to burst through my chest, and the pressure is tightening and tightening and tightening Life around here isn't what I expected it to be. ↗

— Tehereh Mafi

#books #dystopian #love #sadness #life

Afterwards, in bed with a book, the spell of television feels remote compared to the journey into the page. To be in a book. To slip into the crease where two pages meet, to live in the place where your eyes alight upon the words to ignite a world of smoke and peril, colour and serene delight. That is a journey no one can end with the change of a channel. Enduring magic. ↗

— Ann-Marie MacDonald

#imagination #magic #reading #change