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  • #1
    John Green
    “The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #2
    John Green
    “So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #3
    I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
    “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #4
    Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.
    “Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #5
    Lemony Snicket
    “Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three poems, in case they are ever trapped in an elevator.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #6
    Lemony Snicket
    “If writers wrote as carelessly as some people talk, then adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[ pasdlgkhasdfasdf.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #7
    Lemony Snicket
    “A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #8
    Lemony Snicket
    “It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #9
    The world was hers for the reading.
    “The world was hers for the reading.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #10
    “Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #11
    Betty  Smith
    “I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #12
    Betty  Smith
    “Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #13
    Betty  Smith
    “From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #14
    Betty  Smith
    “People always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie, "something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when you're blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you're alone - just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #15
    Betty  Smith
    “She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #16
    Betty  Smith
    “Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #17
    Betty  Smith
    “Sometimes I think it's better to suffer bitter unhappiness and to fight and to scream out, and even to suffer that terrible pain, than to just be... safe. At least she knows she's living.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #18
    Betty  Smith
    “Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #19
    Betty  Smith
    “Because," explained Mary Rommely simply, "the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. I, myself, even in this day and at my age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the great miracles that have come to pass on earth. Only by having these things in my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #20
    Betty  Smith
    “And always, there was the magic of learning things.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #21
    Betty  Smith
    “A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward.

    A story was something you made up out of something that might have happened. Only you didn't tell it like it was, you told it like you thought it should have been.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #22
    Betty  Smith
    “In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #23
    John Connolly
    “For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.”
    John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things

  • #24
    John Connolly
    “I think the act of reading imbues the reader with a sensitivity toward the outside world that people who don't read can sometimes lack. I know it seems like a contradiction in terms; after all reading is such a solitary, internalizing act that it appears to represent a disengagement from day-to-day life. But reading, and particularly the reading of fiction, encourages us to view the world in new and challenging ways...It allows us to inhabit the consciousness of another which is a precursor to empathy, and empathy is, for me, one of the marks of a decent human being.”
    John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things

  • #25
    Be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud.
    “Be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud.”
    Maya Angelou

  • #26
    Andrew  Smith
    “And then it's always that one word that makes you so different and puts you outside the overlap of everyone else; and that word is so fucking big and loud, it's the only thing anyone ever hears when your name is spoken.

    And whenever that happens to us, all the other words that make us the same disappear in its shadow.”
    Andrew Smith, Winger

  • #27
    Andrew  Smith
    “Joey told me nothing ever goes back exactly the way it was, that things expand and contract- like breathing, but you could never fill your lungs up with the same air twice.”
    Andrew Smith, Winger

  • #28
    Ruth Reichl
    “Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”
    Ruth Reichl

  • #29
    Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
    “Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.”
    Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., Autocrat of the Breakfast Table

  • #30
    Virginia Woolf
    “I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own



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