Book Quotes

Not matter what your sacred or religious book is, it's not how well you know the book, it's how well you're in alignment with the author.

~ Steve Maraboli

What's happiness for a reader? Be pleasantly surprised by a book from which he expected nothing.

~ Gabrielle Dubois

Happy be the reader plunged into her book who forgot the world and whom world forgot.

~ Gabrielle Dubois

The more a person pushes others away, the clearer it becomes he is in need of love the most.

~ Renee Ahdieh

I read the title from the cover. ' 'The joy of... crap.' ' I read the rest of the full title of the thick, nondescript volume to myself and felt myself redden.Noah turned over on to his side and said with mock seriousness, 'I have never read 'The Joy Of Crap'. Sounds disgusting.' I blushed deeper. 'I have, however, read 'The Joy Of Sex.' ' He continued, a smile transforming his face. 'Not in a while, but I think it's one of those classics you can come back to again... and again.

~ Michelle Hodkin

It's not a romance, it's a love story.

~ Sadie Jones

Stanley forced a smile to his lips at the memory of the onesided romance; it was silly, after all, a stupid childhood crush. Who’d fall in love with a fictional character? That was the kind of thing you laughed about as an adult. Or at least Harriet had thought so. He couldn’t quite do it, though. Couldn’t quite see it as a joke. It had felt too real, too raw and wild and fierce, for him todismiss it even now. It was love, of a sort, stunted and unformed as it was. For a time, it had kept him sane.

~ Amelia Mangan

They suffered with his death and she - she suffered with their reaction to it.

~ Haidji

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

~ Cassandra Clare

That's the problem with best friends. Sometimes they know you better than you know yourself.

~ Cecily Von Ziegesar

Some things are just like riding a bicycle; you jump on, pedal, and hope you don’t fall.

~ Henry Mosquera

God created all things. It's men who decide which ones are mistakes.

~ Beautiful Creatures

People have incredible nerve to do terrible things, but never actually admit to them.

~ Henry Mosquera

There’s no better way to get to know a city than to walk its streets. A place will reveal its soul through its sights, sounds and smells, and eventually, it’ll teach you its rhythm.

~ Henry Mosquera

Any self-defense class worth its salt will tell you thatyou don’t pull out a weapon unless you intend to use it.The same should apply to ballsy remarks.

~ Henry Mosquera

My father once told me that it’s not enough for a man to be lucky, that a guy has to know when that streak is on for him.

~ Henry Mosquera

Inside the scrawny adolescent was a soul that defied extinction.

~ Yen

The thought of Annie being gone was too much to bear. I swear I heard gasps from the girls as Abby released the words of her passing to the screen.

~ Vicki Perry

Our body is a sacred temple A place to connect with people. As we aren't staying any younger We might as well keep it stronger.

~ Ana Claudia Antunes

We may not stay quick, If we are weak or sage, but a lot can squeak As we start to age.

~ Ana Claudia Antunes

The world is a better place when you smile.

~ Nicholas Sparks

The reader leaves his mark on the book, as the book leaves its mark on the reader.

~ Gabrielle Dubois

Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.

~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana

«Δεν έχω μάθει να μιλάω με λέξεις. Αν έχω κάτι να σου πω, θα σου το πω με τα μάτια. Γι’ αυτό εκεί να με κοιτάς. Διαφορετικά, δεν θα με ακούσεις ποτέ...»

~ Nektaria Markaki

She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.

~ Kamand Kojouri

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .

~ Mary O'neill

Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

~ Don Marquis

With each kiss that we shared we experienced the meaning of love. With the passing glances of passion we surrendered our hearts to the silence of the storm of intoxication. Holding on to each other till the roots of our souls have become entwined in the eternal desire of each other. Poem: The Silence of Love

~ Anthony F. Rando

You know, it's hard work to write a book. I can't tell you how many times I really get going on an idea, then my quill breaks. Or I spill ink all over my writing tunic.

~ Ellen Degeneres

A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward. A story was something you made up out of something that might have happened. Only you didn't tell it like it was, you told it like you thought it should have been.

~ Betty Smith

When I think of all the harm [the Bible] has done, I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.

~ Oscar Wilde

Reading, for me, is like this: consumptive, pleasing, calming, as much as edifying. It's how I feel after a good dinner. That's why I do it so often: It feels wonderful. The book is mind and I insert myself into it, cover it entire, ear my way through every last slash and dot. That's something you can do with a book, unlike television or movies or the Internet. You can eat it, or mark it, like a dog does on a hydrant.

~ Tara Bray Smith

He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment.

~ Henry Miller

WIDE, the margin between carte blanche and the white page. Nevertheless it is not in the margin that you can find me, but in the yet whiter one that separates the word-strewn sheet from the transparent, the written page from the one to be written in the infinite space where the eye turns back to the eye, and the hand to the pen, where all we write is erased, even as you write it. For the book imperceptibly takes shape within the book we will never finish.There is my desert.

~ Edmond Jabès

Le livre est un morceau de silence dans les mains du lecteur. Celui qui écrit se tait. Celui qui lit ne rompt pas le silence.

~ Pascal Quignard

STRAUSS:Have you ever thought about putting those experiences into a book?RICHIE:I did decide to write about what i experienced in climbing to the top. And finally when I got there, I discovered what was at the top.You know what was there?STRAUSS: No, I don't.RICHIE: Nothing. Not one thing. What was at the top was all the experiences that you had to get there.

~ Neil Strauss

I will write one book that will change entire humankind if only you have enough guts to read my previous ones.

~ Santosh Kalwar

The internet is killing the art of writing. The big publish button begs you to publish even before you go back and make one single edit, and as if this was not enough, you have instant readers who praise your writing skills!-

~ Bangambiki Habyarimana

... The Book is more important than your plans for it. You have to go with what works for The Book ~ if your ideas appear hollow or forced when they are put on paper, chop them, erase them, pulverise them and start again. Don't whine when things are not going your way, because they are going the right way for The Book, which is more important. The show must go on, and so must The Book.

~ E.a. Bucchianeri

As the chapters took shape, a change came over her. It was the double-sided recognition that this book, the last that she would write, might achieve esteem and success equal to her great novel, but that its emotional heart would lie in her own unhappiness for having failed to find the one thing she wanted. For the first time she was a character in her own writing, and her frailties and mistakes were trapped on the page by the beauty and unsparing focus of her prose. Towards the end it was a battle to finish a page. The story was the story she had told herself for decades, deep within her own mind, and now as it grew, line by line, on the paper before her, she wrestled with each turn in the path all over again, as if it were still possible to change its course with the power of her words.

~ Frederick Weisel