The python dropped his head lightly for a moment on Mowgli’s shoulders. A brave heart and a courteous tongue, said he. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, manling.
The Weaver wove herself from the thread of night, hair of moonlight, skin of stars. So old. Without beginning or end.
Sometimes, through the window of a car coming the other way, she caught a glimpse if a stranger's face, then it was gone, like a book you open then close at once.
So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for.
She looked inquiringly at Meggie. Do you like Alice in Wonderland? Not particularly, said Meggie, staring at the map. Elinor shook her head at such childish folly and turned back to Dustfinger.
Please, she whispered as she opened the book, please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness – and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn’t ask anything in return, they never went away, nev...
Nobody loves only once.
No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing sp...
Molotov explained how that book, should one be foolish enough to open it, gave the power to read things and creatures out of any book in the world.
Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away...
Maybe people don’t see the cruelty in your world right away, it’s better hidden, but it’s there all the same.
Mai prima di allora, però, aveva incontrato qualcuno che scriveva le frasi che ne riempivano le pagine. Persino di alcuni dei suoi libri preferiti non sapeva nemmeno il nome dell'autore, né tanto meno...
Lì i libri erano ammassati dappertutto. Non erano solo sugli scaffali come nelle altre case, no: da loro erano accatastati sotto i tavoli, sulle sedie, negli angoli più remoti. Ce n'erano in cucina e...
Loving someone merely meant pain. Nothing but pain.
Love is always a prison.
Los libros tienen que pesar porque el mundo entero está encerrado en ellos.
La paura ha tutto un altro sapore quando la si vive dal vero, Meggie, e giocare all’eroe non era così divertente come mi ero immaginato.
Jacob had seen too many horses whipped half to death to find anything romantic about horse-drawn carriages,
It was like a promise that wishes could come true, that desire might lead to more than yearning.