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  • #1
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #4
    Anaïs Nin
    “You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

  • #5
    Franz Kafka
    “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #6
    C.S. Lewis
    “What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.”
    C. S. Lewis

  • #7
    Flannery O'Connor
    “She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
    Flannery O'Connor

  • #8
    Abraham Lincoln
    “Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren't very new after all.”
    Abraham Lincoln

  • #9
    Ernest Hemingway
    “All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #10
    Haruki Murakami
    “Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #11
    James  Burke
    “When you read a book, you hold another's mind in your hands.”
    James Burke

  • #12
    Agatha Christie
    “Very few of us are what we seem.”
    Agatha Christie, The Man in the Mist

  • #13
    Rebecca West
    “I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.”
    Rebecca West

  • #14
    Anaïs Nin
    “I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ”
    Anais Nin

  • #15
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #16
    Julian Barnes
    “This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn't turn out to be like Literature.”
    Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

  • #17
    Milan Kundera
    “Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #18
    Pablo Neruda
    “Sonnet XVII

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
    or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
    I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that never blooms
    but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
    thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
    risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
    I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
    so I love you because I know no other way than this:

    where I does not exist, nor you,
    so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
    so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #19
    J.D. Salinger
    “I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”
    J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

  • #20
    Anaïs Nin
    “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
    Anais Nin

  • #21
    Eugene Field
    “No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.”
    Eugene Field

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #24
    Stendhal
    “A good book is an event in my life.”
    Stendhal, The Red and the Black

  • #25
    Stephen        King
    “you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

  • #26
    Mark Twain
    “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”
    Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad / Roughing It

  • #27
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #28
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."
    "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
    "Yes. I want to ruin you."
    "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.”
    Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

  • #29
    Pablo Neruda
    “Tonight I can write the saddest lines
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #30
    Walter Cronkite
    “Whatever the cost of our libraries, the price is cheap compared to that of an ignorant nation.”
    Walter Cronkite



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