#book

I'm planting a tree to teach me to gather strength from my deepest roots. ↗

— Andrea Koehle Jones

#children-s-books #children-s-literature #roots #strength-of-character #tree-of-life

Humans like stories. Humans need stories. Stories are good. Stories work. Story clarifies and captures the essence of the human spirit. Story, in all its forms—of life, of love, of knowledge—has traced the upward surge of mankind. And story, you mark my words, will be with the last human to draw breath. ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#fiction #human-nature #stories #life

Mrs Weaver nosed among the books, too dim-witted to grasp that they were in alphabetical order. ↗

— George Orwell

#life

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. ↗

— Susan Lendroth

#books #life

[My mum] was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill. ↗

— Sarah Winman

#life

Helping your weapon reach your target is easy. Watching someone accept that their life is over before it ever became something is not quite as simple. ↗

— Emm Cole

#merminia #ya-fantasy #ya-paranormal-romance #life

You can possess a book without really owning it, though. Beyond ownership in a commercial or legal sense, there’s ownership of an emotional or metaphysical kind - when a book speaks so powerfully to us that we feel it’s ours exclusively: that it exists just tor us. People we meet sometimes have this effect too; they look into our eyes, and speak in a hushed, intimate voice, and make us feel we’re uniquely important to them - before going on to do the same to someone else. In life, we call these people flirts. The best books are flirtatious, too, since they seem to be ours alone when in reality they’re anyone’s. ↗

— Blake Morrison

#twelve-thoughts-about-reading #life

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be… ↗

— Joan Didion

#on-keeping-a-notebook #self #love

The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday. That's guaranteed. I can't begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. But guess what? Sunday's my favorite day again. I think of what everyone did for me, and I feel like a very lucky guy. ↗

— Pat

#movies

When I tell people I went to library school, the most common reaction is either “You’re joking, right?” or “They have schools for librarians? Do they teach you how to properly sssh people? ↗

— Scott Douglas

#library #library-books #quiet-please #library