I was the Count of Monte Cristo, who would one day return from the terrible prison island to take revenge on all those who had sent him there. I was Napoléon, banished to die a lonely death on Saint H...
I want to see thirst In the syllables, Touch fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream. Pablo Neruda, Word, Five Decades T
I know you all think I'm a magician, but I'm not. The magic comes out of the booksthemselves, and I have no more idea than you or any of your men how it works.
He felt Death reaching out to him. But all of a sudden there was something else, too: words. Words that relieved the pain, cooled his brow, and spoke of love, nothing but love... It was his daughter's...
Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world -any world. The very best of all.
Perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.
What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love.
The rain pummeled the old Dragon bones as though to provide the rhythm to the song of their mortality, but death was not what they had on their minds—or wasn’t love sometimes called the small death?
Some books you read, some you enjoy,
So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They dance...
She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.
Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster.
Power. Like wine when you have it. Like poison when you lose it.
Only to be expected!' Elinor's voice almost cracked. Belligerent as a Bull Terrier, she marched up to him.
Of course, the marvels you hoped to find might not be waiting inside the covers, so then you closed the book, sorry that its promise had not been kept. But Inkheart was not a book of that
Odd that your heart didn’t simply stop when it hurt so much.
När det gällde traditioner kunde man inte argumentera med dvärgar, lika lite som med präster om religion.
Mortimer! Orpheus produced a derisive smile, although with some difficulty. Is your head buried so deep in your wine jug that you don't know what's going on in this world of yours? He's not doing any...
Manche Bücher müssen gekostet werden,manche verschlingt man,nur einige wenige kaut man und verdaut sie ganz.
Los libros deben ser pesados porque contienen el peso del mundo en ellos