#books

There had been a computer he had also built himself on the farthest corner of the room, but he had sold that a couple of months ago to buy me a necklace. I wore it then, it was two silver hearts linked as one. That’s what he and I were, we we’re one. ↗

— Natalie Valdes

#hearts #love #natalie-valdes #necklace #one

I love fairies so much. I would so love to touch one, whispered Julia in excitement. “U can touch me.But please don't touch my wings,they are very fragile,”replied 1 fairy.“I’m Farina,the fairy queen. ↗

— Magda M. Olchawska

#children-books #fairies #illustrated-books #kids #kids-books

I,” I start, and she turns to look at my lips moving, rehearsing for some grand proposal. “I think it’d be good idea if you brought a few books over and left them on my shelf.” I’m a writer, and this is as good as it gets. She didn’t need a ring, just the ability to borrow a bookmark whenever she needed, or unwritten or unspoken permission to take my copy of Cecil Brown’s The Life and Loves of Mr. Jiveass Nigger with the original cover. ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

#marriage #proposal #love

It began to falter not when the book publishers who loved books gave way to those who preferred profits to reading. It happened when publishers and editors cut back on their drinking. If there is one national flower in book publishing, it is the martini. ↗

— Al Silverman

#books #publishing #love

The world must be all fucked up," he said then, "when men travel first class and literature goes as freight. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#men

حينما تنتابني هيستيريا الحنين إليك ، أفتش عن عن ذكرياتك ، ماضيك أفتش عن أقصى ملامحك وأصغر تفاصيلك بين دفاتري وقصائدي ! فأجدك بين صفحاتي تكبر لأعوام ، ومازال قلمي عصياً على أن يخط مدامعه على ضفاف رجل سواك ! ↗

— نجلاء حسن

#faith #heart #love #reading #success

Cam starts laughing, "Oh, I love it when she reads." He turns to Lucy who's face is starting to contort and turn to a bright shade of red, "She reads these smutty books, like full on dirty shit, full of sex and like... bdsm shit." "I'm not joking boys, they're like full on pornographic. Talking about silky shafts and veiny dicks and shit," Logan is now on the ground holding his side from the pain of laughing too hard. "Sometimes she'll be reading, then all of sudden she'll put her book down and look at me like she wants to eat me, literally eat me!" he yells, laughing harder, still swatting away her hands that are trying to shut him up, "I mean I don't mind it, not at all. It's hot as fuck. And she wants to try everything she reads in these books. Like... everything. She learns everything from these books... so I don't give a shit when, of how much she reads, I get rewards. ↗

— Jay McLean

#humor #love

Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep. ↗

— Eugene Field

#reading #love

I was no longer able to hear the music that issues from a decent piece of prose. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#music #music

(...) perfectly ordinary books, printed on commonplace paper in mundane ink. It would be a mistake to think that they weren't also dangerous, just because reading them didn't make fireworks go off in the sky. Reading them sometimes did the more dangerous trick of making fireworks go off in the privacy of the reader's brain. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#reading-books #music