#book

Almost I feel the pulsebeat of the ages, Now swift, now slow, beneath my fingertips. The heartthrobs of the prophets and the sages Beat through these bindings; and my quick hand slips Old books from dusty shelves, in eager seeking For truths the flaming tongues of the ancients tell; For the words of wisdom that they still are speaking As clearly as an echoing silver bell. Here is the melody that lies forever At the deep heart of living; here we keep The accurate recorded discs that never Can be quite silenced, though their makers sleep The still deep sleep, so long as a seeker finds The indelible imprint of their moving minds. ↗

— Grace Noll Crowell

#posterity #reading #age

You could say, in a vulgar Freudian way, that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child, I was most happy being alone. This has not changed. ↗

— Slavoj Zizek

#am #being #being alone #books #changed

Fifty years from now I'll be just three inches of type in a record book. ↗

— Brooks Robinson

#fifty #i #inches #just #now

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#old-age #reading #age

In my fool hardy youth, when my friends were dreaming of heroic deeds in the realms of engineering and law, finance and national politics, I dreamt of becoming a librarian. ↗

— Alberto Manguel

#librarian #libraries #library #dreams

I loved books; I read my childhood away. I was more interested in my interior world. ↗

— Patti Smith

#books #childhood #i #interested #interior

I don't sell enough books to pay for the lawyers, however. And these various problems finally became too much. ↗

— Peter Sotos

#books #enough #finally #however #i

I like to read books and be alone; I'm not social butterfly person. ↗

— Hope Solo

#books #butterfly #i #like #person

I don't like Communism because it hands out wealth through rationing books. ↗