Posted 14 hours ago
Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books. (p. 50)
—The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows
Posted 1 day ago
I understood that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understood that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. All the rest, I saw, is merely what pushes me, is what I push against, blindly - as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back. I create the whole universe, blink by blink. (p. 16)
—Grendel - John Gardner
Posted 2 days ago
Stars, spattered out through lifeless night from end to end, like jewels scattered in a king’s grave, tease, torment my wits towards meaningful patterns that do not exist. (p. 6)
—Grendel - John Gardner
Posted 3 days ago / 1 note
I was younger then. Still playing cat and mouse with the universe. (p. 5)
—Grendel - John Gardner
Posted 3 days ago / 3,291 notes / Via: rebeccavoy
My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.
Nikos Kazantzakis (via awakenedvibrations)
Posted 4 days ago / 1 note
So it goes with me, age by age. (talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale dreams, between myself and all I see.) (p. 4)
—Grendel - John Gardner
Posted 5 days ago / 1 note
That’s what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you on to another book, and another bit there will lead you on to a third book. It’s geometrically progressive - all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheet enjoyment. (p. 11)
—The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - Mary Ann Shaffer & Annie Barrows
Posted 7 months ago / 684 notes / Via: booklover
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.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind (via littledallila)
Posted 12 months ago / 2,313 notes / Via: ilovereadingandwriting
I am a part of everything that I have read.
Theodore Roosevelt (via flikka)
Posted 1 year ago / 4,255 notes / Via: traditional-tea
Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.
—Gregory Galloway, As Simple As Snow  (via odetofemininity)

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bibliophilingThis tumblr started as a way to search for quotes in the growing collection of notebooks I have kept them in. But no doubt it will quickly expand from that.

The majority of quotes are from books or poetry that I've read personally so it should be a reasonably broad mix.