books

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."

"A good book has no ending."

"Every reader exists to ensure for a certain book a modest immortality. Reading is, in this sense, a ritual of rebirth."

"May the odds be ever in your favor!"

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.Books are well written, or badly written. That is all."

"Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river."

"Nobody steals books but your friends."

"Stranger, pause and look;From the dust of agesLift this little book,Turn the tattered pages,Read me, do not let me die!Search the fading letters findingSteadfast in the broken bindingAll that once was I!"

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

"Be as careful of the books you read, as of the company you keep; for your habits and character will be as much influenced by the former as the latter."

"At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader."

"I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself."

"Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list."

"Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't."

"In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn't change half way through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie."

"ولو إستطعت أن أعود بعجلة الزمان إلى الوراء ،لما إخترتك لي عاشقاً !ولأبقيتك عابراً غريباً يزور مدائني دون أن يحدث بداخلي أي ضجيج !"

"The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read."

"When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don't count-I mean something with print in it."

"An emotion clamped down on her heart. It squeezed her into a terrible silence. But he said nothing after that, only her name, as if her name were not a name but a question. Or perhaps that it wasn’t how he had said it, and she was wrong, and she’d heard a question simply because the sound of him speaking her name made her wish that she were his answer."

"Books--oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the samefeelings.""I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case, there can at least beno want of subject. We may compare our different opinions."