Booklover Quotes

L'essere notata non mi va a genio, questo mi pare chiaro.

~ Sara Dardikh

Who can know when his world is going to change? . . . Who would suspect that in the morning a different child would wake? . . . Perhaps I should have at least known something, but maybe not; who can sense revelation in the wind?What happened was just this: I got hooked on the story.For the first time in my life, I became actively interested in a book. Me the sports fanatic, me the game freak, me the only ten-year-old in Illinois with a hate on for the alphabet wanted to know what happened next.

~ William Goldman

Leave me alone,Do me a favor, abandon me,I want to think about,You me and the idea of forever.

~ Rohit Hora

They take their drama firsthand, in the real world, while I prefer the drama of fictional characters–in worlds where things happen for a reason, where questions are answered, where conflicts are always resolved.

~ Kat O'keeffe

Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds.

~ Munia Khan

Later that night though, as I stayed awake into the early hours of morning devouring the second novel in a series, I understood what it meant to befriend a book. The books knew me, far better than I knew them; they knew my fears, my doubts, my dreams. They gave words to feelings I did not even realize I experienced. They listened. They consoled. They kept me company. The books gave me a life outside of my own.

~ Kelseyleigh Reber

The stories books tell transcend those of the characters inked upon their pages. A book discloses far more about the person who reads it.

~ Kelseyleigh Reber

«A book can't take the place of a man!»«I disagree. A book can give you most things a relationship can. It can make you laugh, it can make you cry, it can transport you to different worlds and teach you things. You can even take it out to dinner. And if bores you, you can move on. Which is pretty much what happens in real life.»

~ Sarah Morgan

On a cloudy day, when the dim dance of the firelight and the warmth of the sconces are not enough, the books shed their own form of light. By the hundreds, they fill the shelves that stretch across every inch of exposed wall. They rise up to the ceiling, warriors of an impenetrable army, encircling my over-sized armchair and keeping me safe as they whisper their stories softly in my ear.

~ Kelseyleigh Reber