Book Reader Quotes Novels & Stories

He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

"That's a little sad." His brow went up, a fraction. "Sad?" "Books are not merely escape," she clarified. "They're mirrors. You learn aspects of yourself you didn't even realize you were missing.". Julian’s lips twitched in what could’ve been a smirk—or maybe it was just a reflex. “I’m not missing anything.” “I doubt that,” Lena replied without missing a beat. He blinked. The audacity of it should have irritated him. Most people didn’t talk to him like that. They softened themselves. Watched their words. But she… didn’t flinch.

If you’ve managed to read only a few of my book’s chapters, thank you as well. Thank you from the bottom of my heart—because an author would never be able to be a writer without even a single reader. Love you all <3 Forever Yours, Nymeria Yennefer Roisin

I had been successful every time at getting out of it. "Reading is good for you! It's so much fun too," he insisted as he picked a book from a shelf and took a seat beside me. "You just want me to become a nerd like you," I mumbled against the pillow. Now that I was lying on the bed, I grew more tired. It felt like the bed had sucked in all my energy and now, I didn't even feel like moving a finger. "With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?" he quoted someone and I flailed my arm until I successfully smacked him. "Ouch! Fine! No quotes!"

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“Because I want to be your friend, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I had a feeling he wasn’t going to listen to me no matter how much I argued, and there were only 10 more minutes before my next class. “What nonsense were you talking about earlier?” I asked. He frowned. “It’s a quote from the book.” He pointed at my book. “How many times have you read this that you memorized quotes like that?” I asked in pure shock. I didn’t ever remember him reading back in high school and he still didn’t strike me as the illiterate type.

"You are the 'Rot' in the library. You must be 'Excised' so that the Great Record can remain pure." Audrey stood on the bridge of her half-faded ship, her eyes burning with a silver-and-gold fire. "The library is 'Dead', Librarian. A book that is never read is just a stack of paper. A world that never changes is just a tomb. We didn't come to excise you. We came to 'Open-the-Windows'."