library-books

When my father first took me to Ennis Library I went down among the shelves and felt company, not only the company of writers, but the readers too, because they had lifted and opened and read these books. The books were worn in a way they can only get worn by hands and eyes and minds

I stopped in St. Bernadette's Cemetery one of my favorite places... The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns supporting a ceiling formed by their interlocking crowns. In the quiet space below, is laid out an aisle similar to those in any library. The gravestones are like rows of books bearing the names of those whose names have been blotted from the pages of life; who have been forgotten elsewhere but are remembered here.

Such fascinating things, libraries. She closes her eyes. She couldwalk inside and step into a murder, a love story, a complete accountof somebody else__ life, or mutiny on the high seas. Such potential;such adventure__here__ a shimmer of malfeasance in trying otherways of being.

Reading is the noblest of all the hobbies, that is why people mention it so frequently in their resume even if they don't read much.

People come to me for the solution of their problem, if my knowledge and experience is not enough to solve the problem, I go to my library read the relevant book and provide the solution.

I don't understand this irony - valuable things like cars, gold, diamond are made up of hard materials but most valuable things like money, contracts and books are made up of soft paper.

The pleasure of reading is the greatest solitude.

The shelves were supposed to be loaded with books__ut they were, of course, really doors: each book-lid opened as exciting as Alice putting her gold key in the lock. I spent days running in and out of other worlds like a time bandit, or a spy. I was as excited as I__e ever been in my life, in that library: scoring new books the minute they came in; ordering books I__ heard of__hen waiting, fevered, for them to arrive, like they were the word Christmas.

I loved college... I knew exactly why I was there and what I wanted to get out of it. I wished I could take every course in the curriculum and read every book in the library. Sometimes after I finished a particularly good book, I had the urge to get the library card, find our who else had read the book, and track them down to talk about it.

For me, every book is an individual with its own identity and has to be nurtured and taken care of, so that it may survive for a longer period.

A library is a sacred place where the voices of the ancients can still be heard if we but give them the required silence.

I cannot sufficiently celebrate the glorious liberty that reigns in the public libraries of the twentieth century as compared with the intolerable management of those of the nineteenth century, in which the books were jealously railed away from the people, and obtainable only at an expenditure of time and red tape calculated to discourage any ordinary taste for literature.

There__ something deep in the heart of every person that wantsto protect culture. The only thing about my pending career thatwas changed because of 9/11 was that I began to see it was the community,not the librarian, that was important to the library. Librarianswere only as important as the community they inspired. If Iwas going to continue with this career, my job wouldn__ be to protectinformation, it would be to bring the community together andinspire them to appreciate everything a library stands for.

It was immediately clear that the book had been undisturbed for a very long time, perhaps even since it had been laid to rest. The librarian fetched a checked duster, and wiped away the dust, a black, thick, tenacious Victorian dust, a dust composed of smoke and fog particles accumulated before the Clean Air acts.

There's a serendipity to real life that the Internet can't duplicate. Do you use the library? For anything? Well, sometimes you end up picking up the book next to the one you were looking for, and it's that book that changes your life.

When I tell people I went to library school, the most common reaction is either __ou__e joking, right?_ or __hey have schools for librarians? Do they teach you how to properly sssh people?

We don__ have to destroy the library of the past. We just need to give it a face-lift.

A library was nothing without its people. You say library and there__ this iconoclastic image of an old-lady librarian telling people to be quiet and not to run. But the thing was, that lady__hat iconoclastic lady__as with us when we cleaned. She wore blue jeans, too. Maybe she was what people thought about when you said library, but she didn__ make the library. People made the library. That__ what made a library. Without them, all the sacredness was gone. It was just a building with books.