Romans & histoires Book Reader Quotes

Dear readers, who is an author without their readers? Thank you for taking the time to read my book. Thank you for sharing your perspective. Your encouragement and kind words. Thank you for spending money on my books and telling this author that my works were worthy of reading and spending on. I love you so, so much.

“We are tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.” Smart man, Neill, but it isn't easy now, is it? I mused, turning over the page of the book I was reading, mentally applauding Nora Roberts for being such a great wordsmith. And I have to say that Margaret Mary was definitely my spirit animal. I remained in my room, lost in the book, when the distant sound of laughter and footsteps reached my ears.

Vera could hear humor in his voice and she didn’t understand why. ‘Where to, boss?’ Josh spoke up. ‘Coffee first and then the book store,’ Luke answered him. Vera looked at Luke surprised. ‘Don’t be surprised Vera,’ Luke said. It made Vera’s heart beat faster. ‘I happen to be a reader, Vera. I couldn’t dream to deny another the pleasure of a good book.’ Vera didn’t say anything and just looked out the window. Vera liked to hear that he was a reader. But she didn’t want to make a fuss about it.

What did he say …Oh Godness. Thanks so much for reading . Add the book to your library please . Thanks for reading . Add to your library .

"I'm impressed." "I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday." He said, his voice blending with the cold quiet night. "The Notebook." I smiled and nodded. "God, I love that book." "As do I." He smiled back at me. "Okay, um," I pondered. "True love stories never have endings." He thought for a while, "I don't think I know that one." "Richard Bach." I informed him. "Smart guy." He smirked. "Couldn't agree more with him."

The bedazzled look on Alek’s face worsened. Giving up, she told him, “It’s something only a book lover will understand, okay?” “What other things will only a book lover understand?” “Hmm. Fancy bookmarks. Song playlists,” she said, listing it out on her fingers. She couldn’t remember all, but those were her favourites. “Ignoring your phone to read.” “Ignoring your phone? Why?” “When a book is so engrossing, you don’t want to leave it.” Her voice lowered. “If a book lover stops in the middle of a book to text you, know they are in love with you. “

I once read quote from Sir George Martin which read "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one." And from that day I tried reading as much as I could. Reading was my escape from Reality. My bed dipped breaking my chain of thoughts. I glanced at Alex, he was wearing sweatpants and a white teeshirt that gave a good view of his built. I could make out that basically Alex loves working out. Without wasting any other moment I began covering different topics. We solved multiple choice questions, studied medicine and discussed some psychological facts. Alex himself was a very bright student.

Author Tina Nwuba: “Don't forget to leave a comment, my awesome readers. The book is getting quite tense already. Haha. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>” By the way, Nathan is a confused soul (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠).

He will refuse to read it. Ayden said to her, trying to make her understand what it means to vote serious and calm at the same time: The book is just like the soul, if he feels you crying and wants you to read it, he will open it for you for sure. But if the book does not want you to read it, it will never open for you, no matter what you do, and you will not be able to open it or read it in any way. This is the nature of books here and here and you will get used to it later. A book is just like a person to know what's inside it likes to let you do this first, otherwise you'll never know no matter how hard you try.

I said softly. She unwrapped it with the same gentleness, peeling back the paper to reveal a small bronze bookmark wrapped in tissue. It was old, beautifully engraved, with a quote etched in elegant lettering: You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. — Jane Austen. Annie went completely silent, running her fingertips across the metal like she was trying to memorize every curve. "Nate…" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's beautiful."