The Little Bookshop on the Seine Quotes

“My life is too lonely without fictional people crowding my mind.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“My to-be-read pile sadly would most likely outlive me - though I tried valiantly to catch up with it, I'd never get there. The allure of new books, new writers, characters who beckoned to me would never wane.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Second hand books had so much life in them. They'd lived, sometimes in many homes, or maybe just one. They'd been on airplanes, traveled to sunny beaches, or crowded into a backpack and taken high up a mountain where the air thinned.

"Some had been held aloft tepid rose-scented baths, and thickened and warped with moisture. Others had child-like scrawls on the acknowledgement page, little fingers looking for a blank space to leave their mark. Then there were the pristine novels, ones that had been read carefully, bookmarks used, almost like their owner barely pried the pages open so loathe were they to damage their treasure.

I loved them all.

And I found it hard to part with them. Though years of book selling had steeled me. I had to let them go, and each time made a fervent wish they'd be read well, and often.

Missy, my best friend, said I was completely cuckoo, and that I spent too much time alone in my shadowy shop, because I believed my books communicated with me. A soft sigh here, as they stretched their bindings when dawn broke, or a hum, as they anticipated a customer hovering close who might run a hand along their cover, tempting them to flutter their pages hello. Books were fussy when it came to their owners, and gave off a type of sound, an almost imperceptible whirr, when the right person was near. Most people weren't aware that books chose us, at the time when we needed them.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Most people weren’t aware that books chose us, at the time when we needed them most.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“It was easier to hide behind the cover of my books, and I found happiness there.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Secondhand books had so much life in them. They'd lived, sometimes in many homes, or maybe just one. Theyd been on airplanes, traveled to sunny beaches, or crowded into a backpack and taken high up on a mountain where the air thinned.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“In French, instead of saying I miss you, we say tu me manques, which means you are missing from me.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“My books have taken me around the world, but it's time I stepped from the pages, so I can see it for myself”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“I fell in love with Paris, and its people, and the creative souls who'd made it this way.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Comfort was key, and if you had a good book and a hot drink, what else could you possibly need to make your day any brighter?”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“My to-be-read pile sadly would most likely outlive me—though I tried valiantly to catch up with it, I’d never get there. The allure of new books, new writers, characters who beckoned to me would never wane.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Most people weren't aware that books chose us, at the time when we needed them most.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“It was time to take the reins of my own life, and do the things I yearned to do. And that included being the boss in every sense of the word. No more was I missing out because things weren’t panning out how I imagined they should.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“I knew life wasn’t like a romance novel, but I still held out hope it could be. Why shouldn’t I strive for more?”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“I hope I come back with a new vigor for life. I’m tired of being the same person, half-living, all this waiting for something to happen…I have to make it happen.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“I had to remember my life wasn't a romance novel, no matter how much I wanted it to be.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“The nights by the little bookshop on the Seine, spent with word lovers, and other lost souls, this is for you. Paris swept us up, and made us whole, may we never wander alone no matter where we are.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Leaving my books would be like leaving a piece of me behind, just the thought made me catch my breath, as though I'd done something audacious even considering it. I ran my fingers over their covers, murmuring farewells.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“They worked hard, read a lot, and were quiet churchgoing folk, who lived softly in this world.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Secondhand books had so much life in them. They’d lived, sometimes in many homes, or maybe just one. They’d been on airplanes, traveled to sunny beaches, or crowded into a backpack and taken high up a mountain where the air thinned. Some had been held aloft tepid rose-scented baths, and thickened and warped with moisture. Others had childlike scrawls on the acknowledgment page, little fingers looking for a blank space to leave their mark. Then there were the pristine novels, ones that had been read carefully, bookmarks used, almost like their owner barely pried the pages open so loath were they to damage their treasure. I loved them all.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Travelling has a way of peeling back the layers of a person, leaving you exposed.” TJ said, picking right back up where we left off, “When you’re alone, miles away from all you know and love, that’s when you find out who you really are.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“I wanted that…that feeling of being wholly alive, surrounded by likeminded souls. Bibliophiles who re-read a book because it was so damn good – it had become a friend, one you turned to for comfort. The intimacy, the quiet, where words washed over you and made you smile again.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Мечтите са достатъчно трудни за постигане и без някой да ги стъпква.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“You have the jeans, the dress pants, blazers, and then you simply accessorize.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“You could run a fingertip along the spines, smell that glorious old book scent, flick them open, and unbend a dog-eared page. Read someone else’s notes in the margin, or a highlighted passage, and see why that sentence or metaphor had dazzled the previous owner. Secondhand books had so much life in them. They’d lived, sometimes in many homes, or maybe just one. They’d been on airplanes, traveled to sunny beaches, or crowded into a backpack and taken high up a mountain where the air thinned.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“We didn't so much play phone tag these days as phone chase... And it was me doing the running.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine

“Ridge and I had become masters in phone tag. It was like we instinctively knew when the other one was busy or sleeping, and seemed to call at that moment.”
― Rebecca Raisin, The Little Bookshop on the Seine