Quotes On Libraries Novels & Stories

"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'."

Now, it was time to systematically dismantle the quiet, internal stigmas that still lingered within our own walls. The Library had always been a space of quiet reverence, a sanctuary of leather-bound volumes and hushed, intense negotiations. But tonight, its fundamental purpose had evolved. It was no longer just a room where boundaries were drawn; it had become the forge where societal shame was melted down and recast into armor.

Lucianne’s eyes snapped back to Xandar’s elated lilac ones as she exclaimed in a whisper, “This is La Librairie, isn’t it? The largest bookstore in the Kingdom!” Xandar’s eyes were also shining at the sight of Lucianne’s excitement, “It is. You’ve clearly heard of it.” Her eyes continued to scan the place while she explained, “I’ve read about it and seen pictures of it in the news. But the sight is still breathtaking.” She looked at the ceiling which was said to contain engravings of reputable authors of the past. She then looked at the pillars which had the most famous quotes of each century. She then uttered, “The twenty-eight-floor building which holds every book known to Lycans, werewolv

"It's a library. And I'm here to read." "The library closes at four." "And yet you're here at five." He smirked. "Why?" I was a helper here. Most of the times, I stayed back, helping to sort out the books even when I shouldn't do it. "What do you want?" I stepped back, brushing my fingers against the books. "Did you love the flowers?" I stared at him in confusion. "Lavenders. They're your favorite. And how was the quote, did I get it right? Your favorite book is Pride and Prejudice."

Campus people or even the society call them nerds, but I tag them as mini libraries. We often call them introverts or shrinking violets, can't give ideas in public, can't express themselves, but no, because inside their heads are another world. A world where endless possibilities grow. "W-why are you talking to me?" I managed to utter those whilst getting myself back into my senses. "Haha, hey. What kind of question was that---" "Lower your voice please" I cut him when I noticed that the librarians owl eyes were on us, smashing the thin stick lightly on her palm.

Rico opened a door and we entered a large and spacious room. A library. Shelfs and Shelfs of books covered the four corner of the library. I saw books from authors like William Shakespeare, Robert frost, Michelle Alexander all first editions. "This is one of Vince's favorite place in the house, when he isn't busy which is really rare, he comes to the library for some peace and quiet." Rico said. I knew that already, when Vince and I lived together, whenever I didn't find him in his office, he was always in the library or our bedroom.

Holding my breath I turn around slowly. There is no one there. In the distance, I hear laughter like wind chimes. “This is crazy,” I say under my breath as I hurry into the library, now feeling sad and more than a little bit frightened. I have a little thing about libraries. I’m a bit obsessed with them. Before my father died, it was a weekly ritual of sorts, our trips to pick up more books than we could carry. He didn’t believe in buying too much, so we didn’t have many books in our house, but he was a huge fan of spending time in public places that served everyone equally. The library was that place for him. In a world that didn’t always treat him as valuable, the library was a place where

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.

Jack "Pearl!" One of the other women admonishes the old lady, but she just laughs in response. My mouth drops in shock as my eyes swivel between Everett and the old lady trying to figure out what the hell she's talking about. "What does that mean?" Everett asks and a round of giggles goes around the room. "Smut is... A descriptive romance. With spicy scenes." One of the women says. "Literary p**n." Another one adds. "Cliterature, if you will." Someone else supplies with a chuckle. The word triggers something I've always wondered about.

“I've visited libraries before, but this library is amazing.” “We have books of all kinds,” I commented proudly. "The library was an ancient construction of the first Alpha. It is said that he was a very learned man who wanted to give people access to as much knowledge as possible. He created a secure, magical place that can only be accessed by those who are allowed or who I invite." Selene looked at me with raised eyebrows. “This place is magical?” she asked incredulously. “Yes, it was a fortified shelter during the war; many lives were saved here,” I said serenely. "And it's where everyone comes. Usually, the more subway levels there are, the more they end up being used by hormonal teenage