The Library of Lost Things Quotes

“I've never considered any book, especially a novel or work of literature, something you should 'plow through.' The whole point of reading is savor ing the story, immersing your self in a whole new place. Maybe one that doesn't even exist.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“Holding a real book is like holding something alive. There’s the grit of the pages between your fingers as you turn them. The edges get soft and worn. With a real book, you feel the weight of the story more.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“It was the small time between sunset and evening when the sky turned the color of crushed plums, bruised from the wounds of another day.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“Sometimes you need to do more for yourself than just manage.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“Speed-reading just squashes the whole experience. You miss detail and pacing, and everything the author intended you to feel in the first place.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“I like strong words that mean something.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“You're like all the places I want to fly to”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“But after so many years, I knew what to do with hope. I held it an arm's length away.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“The difference between him her and the other girls at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe, while to her make-believe and true were exactly the same thing.” Sometimes you can’t see where make-believe ends and true starts. And sometimes you can, and you cry. —J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan, and Peter Pan Mystery Scribbler”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“Will you fly with me?”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“She’ll read a thousand happy endings before she finds her own.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“Marisol looked me over. “Now for your outfit.” I tugged my black tee and tan shorts. “I’m already wearing an outfit.” “No,” Marisol said with a slow head shake. “There’s a big difference between wearing clothes and wearing an outfit.” She pointed at my closet. “Get that denim shirt I made you buy and layer it on top, opened, sleeves rolled. Your tee has a little rip.” I glanced down. Grimaced. “Then the necklace with the dangling blue stone that’s hanging in your jewelry caddy, by your black jacket. And swap the flip-flops for sandals. The black ones with silver buckles.” “How in the—” “After all this time, you’re actually questioning it?” I conceded with a hand flip and moved toward the closet Marisol freakishly knew by heart.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“cinnamon bagel with cream cheese”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“Well, you're not all those books you read. You're not even your mad skills. What's under all the words?”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart.’” —Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“You're part of a different dream.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“It lodged behind my tongue like a pill you can't seem to swallow.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“Language master that I was, my own word game never clicked well with guys. I'd never quite mastered the art of perfect response, either.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“...let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart.’” —Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“Who does your heart tell you he is?”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“First, a daring leap into my scowling mouth,
bounding over a white-toothed fence,
tunneling down, down, down my throat.
He was in.
Proud of himself as he swung from vein to vein, swimming through blood and life. Both, mine.
Until he felt it time to scale the bony rungs of my ribs,
slipping between to grasp the center thing that bucked and beat.
My heart.”
― Laura Taylor Namey , The Library of Lost Things

“Wisps of her kohl pencil drew guidelines around each brow.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“I knew then, even in a twilight of unknown tomorrows, some things would still shine.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“First, a daring leap into my scowling mouth,
bounding over a white-toothed fence,
tunneling down, down, down my throat.
He was in.
Proud of himself as he swung from vein to vein, swimming through blood and life. Both, mine.
Until he felt it time to scale
the bony rungs of my ribs,
slipping between to grasp the center thing that bucked and beat.
My heart.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things