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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Anaïs Nin

[I’d add to that, it also dies because we expect love to always be this soaring emotion that we feel on a regular basis. We want love to be something it’s not. We want love to take action when in fact love only exists because we make it happen. Love is a verb, not an emotion. It takes effort, our effort. Love is not easy, it takes work.]

hazzaisperfection:

9 Quotes for the Ultimate Book Lover

Yes!

I have to write to be happy whether I get paid for it or not. But it’s a hell of a disease to be born with. I like to do it. Which is even worse. That makes it from a disease into a vice. Then I want to do it better than anyone has ever done it which makes it into an obsession. An obsession is terrible. Hope you haven’t got any.
Ernest Hemingway (via dominicmatthew)
Reading books is not an assembly line event. Take your time, enjoy the story, the world. Get lost in the book.

Reading books is not an assembly line event. Take your time, enjoy the story, the world. Get lost in the book.

Libraries will do whatever it takes to get people to read! Read about it here.

Libraries will do whatever it takes to get people to read! Read about it here.

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.

C. S. Lewis (via lyssahumana)

[True.]

The world is divided between kids who grow up wanting to be their parents and those like us, who grow up wanting to be anything but. Neither group ever succeeds.
Richard Russo; Straight Man
nemoalter:

| Ode to Books |
How I love you -0- my books, 
your tattered covers and well-thumbed pages.
My friends, my companions, 
doorways to journeys of mind and heart.
For untold hours, I have held you in my hands,
you have inspired and confused me,
brought me joy and smiles and tears.
You have kept me awake at night. 
You have fallen asleep on my chest, slept in my bed and 
sat alongside me on voyages deep and shallow. 
Now, you inhabit my home· 
lining my life with meaning and 
Happiness.
[ You can found the original ode on Last Lemon ]
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Η ωδή στα ϐιϐλία από το last lemon ϰαι μια ελεύϑεϱη,
διϰή μου, μετάφϱαση της στα ελληνιϰά.
Πόσο σας αɣαπώ -ο- ϐιϐλιαϱάϰια μου,
τα ϰουϱελιασμένα σας εƶώφυλλα ϰαι τις σελίδες σας
που τόσες φοϱές έxω φυλλομετϱήσει.
Φίλοι μου, συνοδοί μου
πύλες στα ταƶίδια του μυαλού ϰαι της ϰαϱδιάς.
Αμέτϱητες ώϱες, σας ϰϱάτησα στα xέϱια μου,
μου δώσατε έμπνευση ϰαι με μπεϱδέψατε,
μου πϱοσφέϱατε xαϱά ϰαι xαμόɣελα ϰαι δάϰϱυα.
Με ϰϱατήσατε ƶύπνια τις νύxτες
Αποϰοιμηϑήϰατε μέσα στην αɣϰαλιά μου, στο ϰϱεϐάτι,
ϰαι ϰαϑίσατε στο πλάι μου σε ταƶίδια, στα ϐαϑιά ϰαι στα ϱηxά.
Τώϱα ϰατοιϰείτε στο σπίτι μου
ɣεμίzοντας τη zωή μου νόημα ϰαι ευτυxία.
| * Les Tableaux de Jean- Francois Segura |

nemoalter:

| Ode to Books |

How I love you -0- my books, 

your tattered covers and well-thumbed pages.

My friends, my companions, 

doorways to journeys of mind and heart.

For untold hours, I have held you in my hands,

you have inspired and confused me,

brought me joy and smiles and tears.

You have kept me awake at night. 

You have fallen asleep on my chest, slept in my bed and 

sat alongside me on voyages deep and shallow. 

Now, you inhabit my home· 

lining my life with meaning and 

Happiness.

[ You can found the original ode on Last Lemon ]


Η ωδή στα ϐιϐλία από το last lemon ϰαι μια ελεύϑεϱη,

διϰή μου, μετάφϱαση της στα ελληνιϰά.

Πόσο σας αɣαπώ -ο- ϐιϐλιαϱάϰια μου,

τα ϰουϱελιασμένα σας εƶώφυλλα ϰαι τις σελίδες σας

που τόσες φοϱές έxω φυλλομετϱήσει.

Φίλοι μου, συνοδοί μου

πύλες στα ταƶίδια του μυαλού ϰαι της ϰαϱδιάς.

Αμέτϱητες ώϱες, σας ϰϱάτησα στα xέϱια μου,

μου δώσατε έμπνευση ϰαι με μπεϱδέψατε,

μου πϱοσφέϱατε xαϱά ϰαι xαμόɣελα ϰαι δάϰϱυα.

Με ϰϱατήσατε ƶύπνια τις νύxτες

Αποϰοιμηϑήϰατε μέσα στην αɣϰαλιά μου, στο ϰϱεϐάτι,

ϰαι ϰαϑίσατε στο πλάι μου σε ταƶίδια, στα ϐαϑιά ϰαι στα ϱηxά.

Τώϱα ϰατοιϰείτε στο σπίτι μου

ɣεμίzοντας τη zωή μου νόημα ϰαι ευτυxία.

| * Les Tableaux de Jean- Francois Segura |

I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.
Flannery O’Connor (via psych-facts)
Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (via observando)
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
Anaïs Nin
Books open up fantastical worlds!

Books open up fantastical worlds!

The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
Mark Twain; The Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain

macrolit:

The Stranger, Albert Camus