Bibliophiling

"I am a part of everything that I have read."

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 12:00:52 +1000

“I am a part of everything that I have read.”

- Theodore Roosevelt (via flikka)

"Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest..."

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 12:01:24 +1100

“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)

sanalith: amandaonwriting: Seven Doors Oh lord. It’s a...

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 12:01:03 +1100

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Seven Doors

Oh lord. It’s a terrible, horrible, no good,very bad idea, but I just don’t know if I could stop myself from choosing Wonderland. I’m like Alice - too curious for my own good XD

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Mon, 26 Nov 2012 12:00:35 +1100

"I was born with a reading list I will never finish."

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 12:00:32 +1100

“I was born with a reading list I will never finish.”

- Maud Casey (via thegirlandherbooks)

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Mon, 12 Nov 2012 12:01:53 +1100

"Okay, this is the wisdom. First, time spent on reconnaissance is never wasted. Second, almost..."

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 12:00:43 +1100

“Okay, this is the wisdom. First, time spent on reconnaissance is never wasted. Second, almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon. And finally, there is no problem on Earth that can’t be ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.”

- Jasper Fforde (via devilduck)

"I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape,..."

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 12:00:48 +1100

“I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our plodding.”

- Donald Miller, To Own a Dragon (via bookmania)

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Sat, 27 Oct 2012 12:00:40 +1100

"It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent..."

Fri, 26 Oct 2012 12:00:56 +1100

“It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.”

- Roald Dahl (via flikka)

"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No..."

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 12:00:51 +1100

“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”

- Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 5: A Game of You (via excessivebookshelf)

"What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously."

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 12:00:37 +1100

“What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.”

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via penseesduchoeur)

"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away...."

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 11:56:38 +1100

“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.”

- Chuck Palahniuk (via wethinkwedream)

"She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden,..."

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 11:31:56 +1100

“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”

- Starra Neely Blade (via musingsinfemininity)

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Sun, 21 Oct 2012 11:56:45 +1100

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Sat, 20 Oct 2012 11:38:00 +1100

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Meditation on the Word Need - Linda Rodriguez

Fri, 19 Oct 2012 11:31:29 +1100

The problem with words of emotion
is how easily meaning drains
from their fiddle-sweet sounds
and they become empty instruments.
I can say love
and mean desire to give -
open-handed, open-hearted -
or I am drawn to the light
shining from your soul -
or my life is empty without you -
or I want to run my hands
and mouth down the length of you -
or all of these at once.

Need, now, is a plain word.
I need a nail to hang this picture.
I need money to pay my bills.
I need air and light,
water and food,
shelter from storm and sun and cold.
To be healthy,
to be sane,
to survive,
I need you.

I am - John Clare

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 11:53:14 +1100

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost,
I am the self-consumer of my woes -
They rise and vanish in oblivion host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied, stifled throes -
And yet I am, and live - like vapors tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest, that I love the best,
Are strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes, where men hath never trod,
A place where woman never smiled or wept -
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubled, and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below - above the vaulted sky.

"The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit and fire and dew."

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 11:45:54 +1100

“The good stars met in your horoscope,
Made you of spirit and fire and dew.”

- Browning

On Turning Ten - Billy Collins

Tue, 16 Oct 2012 11:11:46 +1100

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I’m coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light -
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solembly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never learned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends
time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.