The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books
Once you have read a book you care about, some part of it is always with you.
I have decided to stick to love…Hate is too great a burden to bear.
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.
To die, it’s easy. But you have to struggle for life.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.
Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
I cannot live without books.
I am always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.
I clench his hands to the point of pain. “Stay with me.” His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.
And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
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