We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.
Cassandra Clare; Clockwork Prince
jefcostellos:

Ernest Hemingway, center, photographed for the Oak Park High School football team, November 1915

jefcostellos:

Ernest Hemingway, center, photographed for the Oak Park High School football team, November 1915

We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I feel my courage wavering, I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resilience to push on.
Helen Hayes
This picture speaks volumes. They are together on the train but are clearly alone.

This picture speaks volumes. They are together on the train but are clearly alone.

“I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. I had been damaged, and a very important part of me had been destroyed - that was my reality, the facts of my life. But on the other side of the facts was who I could be, how I could feel. And as long as I had words for that, images for that, stories for that, then I wasn’t lost.”—Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

“I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. I had been damaged, and a very important part of me had been destroyed - that was my reality, the facts of my life. But on the other side of the facts was who I could be, how I could feel. And as long as I had words for that, images for that, stories for that, then I wasn’t lost.”—Jeanette WintersonWhy Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

booklover:

Book Love (by Martina~)

booklover:

Book Love (by Martina~)

In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro.

Thomas à Kempis

[Latin Translation: “Everywhere I have sought peace and not found it, except in a corner with a book.”]

The magic of words and books

The magic of words and books

book-of-flights:

teachingliteracy:

alethiosaur:

Inspired by Worthington Libraries: Blind Date with a Book!

We started with ~40 books. Two hours later, all but four had found homes with library patrons (sorry, Flush, Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, Persepolis, and The ThingsThey Carried, they don’t know what they’re missing).

Nice reading room/home library

Nice reading room/home library

Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation. Lend and borrow to the maximum of both books and money! But especially books, for books represent infinitely more than money.
Henry Miller

littledallilasbookshelf:

The Last Bookstore, San Francisco, CA

The Old Town Bookshop | Edinburgh

The Old Town Bookshop | Edinburgh

Yes! the books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill! The only years of my life that I can look back on with something like pride… Early and late, through the long winter nights and the quiet summer days, I drank at the fountain of knowledge, and never wearied of the draught.
Wilkie Collins; Armadale
Yes, it can.

Yes, it can.