Book Quotes (Page 16)

I told you to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so that when it pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there, watching for you. You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you

It is so easy to think the world revolves around you, but all you have to do, is stare up at the sky to realize it isn't that way at all.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours.

Eragon: 'The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.'

When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later - no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget - we will return.

Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good. And thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter.

At the end of the day, if there was indeed some Body or presence standing there to judge me, I hoped I would be judged on whether I had lived a true life, not on whether I believed in a certain book, or whether I'd been baptized.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

'And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...' he murmured.
I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
'What a stupid lamb', I sighed.
'What a sick, masochistic lion.' Edward smiled.

May good fortune rule over you, peace live in your heart and the stars watch over you.

Saphira: 'Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn’t exist and never shall. There is only now.'

You place too much importance... on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

Brom: 'Keep in mind that many people have died for their beliefs; it's actually quite common. The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe.'

Jeod: 'Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.'

Brom: 'Because you can't argue with all of the fools in the world.'

Brom: 'The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we want them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will
hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us.'

Solembum: 'Knowing is independent of being. I did not know you existed before you bumbled in here and ruined my nap. Yet that doesn‘t mean you weren't real before you woke me.'

Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.

For knowledge, too, itself is power.
(Col. 'Knowledge is power.')

There is no end of things in the heart. Somebody once told me that. She said it came from a poem she believed in. She understood it to mean that if you took something to heart, really brought it inside those red velvet folds, then it would always be there for you. No matter what happened, it would be there waiting. She said this could mean a person, a place, a dream. A mission. Anything sacred. She told me that it is all connected in those secret folds. Always. It is all part of the same and will always be there, carrying the same beat as your heart.

That's what I love you for: your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws.

Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you.

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.

The dunes are changed by the wind, but the desert never changes.

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.

Making money isn't hard in itself. What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.

Ninety-five percent of people who walk the earth are simply inert. One percent are saints, and one percent are assholes. The other three percent are people who do what they say they can do.

The world has teeth and it can bite you with them any time it wants.

Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

When asked, 'How do you write?' I invariably answer, 'one word at a time.'

It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.

Power was my weakness and my temptation.

But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...

Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars -- points of light and reason... And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.

It was the Nightingale, and not the Larke

It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.