Book Reader Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

“I was planning on going into town anyway, mainly to buy more books.” “More books?” I chuckled at his earnestness. “I'm pretty sure you could build a library with the number of books in the house. Do you really need more?” “There’s always room for more stories.” He gave a small, almost bashful smile, running a hand through his hair. “What can I say… I like good strong words that mean something.” “Was that from, Little Women?” I asked, recalling a line from the book that sounded similar. “Someone reads,” he remarked, pulling out a copy of ‘Little Women’ from the shelf. “I love that line because I believe when Jo says it, she’s not just talking about writing, but about finding deeper connectio

I am crazy… in fact, I have always been so crazy about Jacob but I just never realized it until now. I walk around the library in search of a book I can read to get my mind off all my worries. This is what Jacob taught me, he said and I quote “Books are like a free therapy in a fairytale, once you get intrigued by them you find yourself in a world where no one will judge you and there, you will find peace…. lots of them” I can hear his voice in my head telling me that. I smile, reminiscing about the times Jacob and I spent together, his words always comforting and soothing.

‎ ‎The reader’s final turn of the page is this. ‎ ‎The closing of the book is this. ‎ ‎The setting down of the book is this. ‎ ‎The quiet that follows is this. ‎ ‎The life that continues after the book is this. ‎ ‎The forgetting of the story is this. ‎ ‎The sudden remembering of a line from chapter one is this. ‎ ‎All of it, this. ‎ ‎The light that is. ‎ ‎The love that is. ‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎Always this.

Me: What were you doing? B: Reading a book actually. I chuckled as I thought of my response. Me: Oh. Are you always this boring? Reading books on a weekend? I could imagine him laughing at that, or getting annoyed. Either way, my legs didn't stop kicking behind me. B: Depends on what you define as boring. In my world, reading is for the learned, how about yours? I chuckled at his response, he would say anything to not be on the losing end. Me: Don't you get tired of carrying that ego around?

When she asked him what kind of books he liked, Christian answered slowly. “No matter how many times I get asked that question, the answer is always the same. My favorite book is ‘Meditations on Quixote’ by Jose Ortega y Gasset. Every time I read it, I fall in love with it all over again. You should try it too when you get a chance. I think you might also like ‘I Am Not I’ by Juan Ramon. Lorca’s poems are also very memorable.” This was a night she could never forget.

"You were given this. It was a gift to you. It is what makes us all human. And it is your duty to learn to use it properly. To train it. To hone it to a fine edge. Books are one of the tools that help you whet that edge." "They say I read too many books." He presses lips together and sighs. "They are mistaken. There is no such thing as too many books. Reading is to the mind what stained glass is to light. It beautifies and enhances and even if we do not agree with the words, the mind is working to understand. Yes, no?" She laughs, "Yes, Mr Kalkowski." ***** JAMES I work, I eat, and I doze, and I work again. And all the while, Charlotte sleeps.

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

“You’re one of those annoying people who quibble over every little detail in a book, aren’t you?” He lifted his eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re not. Did you read what he said to her when she opened her legs—” “No,” I warned him when he reached for my Kindle to find the cheesy line he wanted to quote. “Don’t you dare ruin this story for me with logical bullshit. I like the emotions it brings out. That’s why I’m reading it.” He blinked at me a moment before shaking his head and murmuring, “I find this so interesting to learn about you. I mean, really, how can you be so...you, and then read something that’s just so...not you?”