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.
Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
So what? All writers are lunatics!
I libri amavano tutti coloro che li aprivano, offrivano protezione e amicizia senza pretendere nulla in cambio. Non ti abbandonavano mai, nemmeno quando li maltrattavi.
How well worn they all were...Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? Mo had said when, on Meggie's last birthday, they were looking at all her dear old books again...
Historier har aldrig nogen slutning, Meggie havde han engang sagt til hende, selvom bøgerne gerne vil bilde os det ind. Historierne går altid videre, de slutte lige så lidt på den sidste side, som de...
Her heart pounded as he kissed her. Or was it his heart? She hadn’t been able to tell the difference ever since he’d freed her from that trap.
He still looked so sad. Not a sign of the laughter that once used to be as much a part of his face as his black eyes. The smile he gave her now was only a sad shadow of it.
He pressed his fist to where his heart had once beaten, and I did the same. I’m sure I looked like a total idiot, but I think we all do when we’re really happy. Except for Longspee. He just looked fab...
For far too long she’d made herself small, made herself fit into their world.
Fire and water, he said, don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.
Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theatre. First you see th...
But i know a lot about the kind of men you mean. They're the same everywhere.
Breath the words and they will come to life; as of words of magic
Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
A veces, cuando uno no sabe qué hacer, un buen enfado ayuda.
Si te llevas un libro a un viaje –le había dicho Mo cuando introdujo el primero en la caja- sucede algo muy extraño: el libro empezará a atesorar tus recuerdos. Más tarde, bastará con abrirlo para tra...
В реальной жизни всё точно так же. Самые страшные убийцы выходят сухими из воды и живут себе припеваючи до глубокой старости, тогда как добрые и хорошие, порой самые лучшие, погибают. Отчего же в книг...
Yes, every evening. Your mother enjoyed it. That evening she chose Inkheart. She always did like tales of adventure – stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King...