books

The act of underlining always contains an element of self-recognition.

Maybe it's not about the journey but rather the way you imagine the journey when you read a book.

In order to pronounce a book bad it is not enough to discover that it elicits no good response from ourselves, for that might be our fault.

Cemeteries are full of unfulfilled dreams... countless echoes of 'could have' and 'should have'_ countless books unwritten_ countless songs unsung... I want to live my life in such a way that when my body is laid to rest, it will be a well needed rest from a life well lived, a song well sung, a book well written, opportunities well explored, and a love well expressed.

Nobody ever talks about the pyramids that weren't built, the books that weren't written, the songs that weren't sung. Stop letting your fear condemn you to mediocrity. Get out of your own way. Your dreams are a poetic reflection of your soul's wishes. Be courageous enough to follow them. There is no greater time than now to experience the full power of your potential. Make this the day you take the first step in the beautiful journey of bringing your dreams to life.

My goal is to sweep the reader away from his world and bring him along for the adventure. Learning something new shouldn__ feel like work, nor should today__ younger reader be underestimated. If done correctly, there is no need to __umb down_ the plot or simplify words. When someone tells me he thought The Serpent__ Ring was easy to read, I know I succeeded in my storytelling.

When I have money, I invest in buying books. My personal development by reading these books is my greatest pleasure.

Books have the power to change and transform your life like few other things you have.

If you are talking about beauty, books are cheaper than cosmetics.

The more we read, the more we discover.

What books can you read to learn about this part of your life? What people do you need to confide in to grow deeper? What things do you need to stop doing in order to grow? What things do you need to start doing?

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself.

In truth, she disliked books. She felt a peculiar disquiet when opening the pages. She had felt it since childhood. She did not know why. Something in the act itself, the immersion, the seclusion, was disturbing. Reading was an affirmation of being alone, of being separate, trapped. Books were like oubliettes. Her preference was for company, the tactile world, atoms.

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.

He had a strange relationship with books. He had the notion that people who wrote novels were also lonely. He believed this more and more, reading between the lines of the novels he'd loved. Most books were about one kind of loneliness or another, about people who couldn't get what they wanted, people who found things hard, who were slow, or sad, or difficult. So he read most evenings, finding a comfort in following words written by someone like him.

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I wasn't completely alone.

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