Romans & histoires Quotes On Libraries

I glared, the heat in my cheeks contrasting greatly with my words. I hated this feeling. It's stupid. Sara kept sipping her juice like she was watching a show. “Okay then, you’re not.” She teased. The librarian shushed us. Again. The library doors clicked open. I didn’t look up. It seemed irrelevant, especially when the comments had catchy phrases. ##I’m guessing she's a new bitch. ##Jorxander What the fuck?! Footsteps echoed in the library. A book fell on our table loudly.

Adrian held it tightly. "You erase everything." The Last Editor stopped. "No." "I preserve what matters." "I remove what should never have been written." The First Reader's voice rang through the hall. "You've mistaken order for perfection." The shadowy figure gave a faint laugh. "And you've mistaken freedom for wisdom." Silence followed. Neither answered. Because both believed they were right. The little girl suddenly placed her notebook into Adrian's hands. "If he destroys this library..." "Stories won't disappear." "They'll lose the chance to be remembered."

Just looked. "My mother used to tell me," she said, "that the library two neighborhoods over smelled like something she couldn't describe. She took me there every Saturday when I was small, before I was old enough to go alone. She said it was the smell of other people's thinking." She paused. "I never knew what she meant until I was old enough to read things that required thinking." "Other people's thinking," I said. "Yes," she said. "That's what it is. Books are thinking that's been written down and left somewhere for the next person." She looked at the shelving. "This room is going to hold a lot of thinking. Starting in March."

She gives me the smile again, and walks to a door to our left, “the library is through here, there are plenty of study areas, or you are welcome to borrow books, and study else where. We walk through the door and I gasp, the library is huge. We have libraries at the Order, but nothing like this. It is deemed a waste of time to read anything that does not enhance our knowledge of our duties and missions. For someone who thirsts for knowledge and loves to read, this is now my favorite room ever. “There is also a coffee shop that sells snacks, cakes, juices and, of course, coffee. If you are ever looking for a teacher you will more than likely find them there.” She grins at me, it’s the most ge

Verity walked round the table, pulled a chair beside me and sat down, looking at me with great interest. “Inside books?” she whispered, as if we were discussing top secret information. “Before my brain short-circuits. Explain it to me.” “Ok. Listen. Wordswood had libraries everywhere, right?” I closed my book and concentrated on explaining all that Ruin showed me. “Yes.” “And what are libraries or universities running on?” “Books!”

"Now go." That was the last time I'd seen him before Dain's forces had separated us in the chaos that followed. "We're here," Lena announced, jerking me from the memory. The library loomed before us, its classical facade scarred by time and conflict. Pillars stood like sentinels, some intact, others reduced to stumps. Steps led up to massive doors hanging askew on broken hinges. Above them, carved in stone, faded letters spelled out words partially obscured by climbing vines: "Knowledge Is Light."

Because respect, unlike fear, was something that could be earned rather than simply commanded. "Thank you," I said, meaning it. "That's... helpful advice." Mary rose from her chair with the fluid efficiency of someone accustomed to managing a dozen tasks simultaneously. "This library has always been a place of peace in the castle," she said, her gaze taking in the soaring shelves with obvious affection. "If you ever need somewhere quiet to think, somewhere to... process difficult truths, you're always welcome here." Difficult truths. The phrase hung in the air between us like a promise and a warning combined.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

There was a deafening silence the moment I enter the library just as I expected, this is the place that I go with every time I have free time because not everyone goes here, students don't fancy coming into the library anymore and do their research here since google is already available in just a tap of a finger. I went to the far-end corner of the library where I hide an old and very outdated book entitled 'Werewolves Anatomy'. This book is the reason why I keep on coming back to this library, the librarian doesn't let me borrow this book, she said that if I want to read it then I need to read it inside the library since the book is expensive and a limited edition, that being said, I don't

I complained. "There is something I need to read for our thesis." he answered. "I get that you are a genius, but you should sometimes rest, okay? Rest your mind and eyes! Don't you find it tiring?" I asked. "Lazy people find it tiring." Steven replied, clearly mocking me back. "Nye, nye. Hail to the genius Steven!" I said, putting my hands up and down as if praising him. When we got to the library, the librarian was packing her stuff already.