"I love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old bindings, and stars in margins next to beautiful passages. I love exuberant underlinings that recall to me a swoon of language-love from a long-ago reading, something I hoped to remember. I love book plates, and inscriptions in gifts from loved ones, I love author signatures, and I love books sitting around reminding me of them, being present in my life, being. I love books. Not just for what they contain. I love them as objects too, as ever-present reminders of what they contain, and because they are beautiful. They are one of my favorite things in life, really at the tiptop of the list, easily my favorite inanimate things in existence, and … I am just not cottoning on to this idea of making them … not exist anymore. Making them cease to take up space in the world, in my life? No, please do not take away the physical reality of my books."
— Laini Taylor (via littledallilasbookshelf)
"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 verbal-betrayal)
(Source: , via fuckyeahreading)
"A DEFINITION NOT FOUND
IN THE DICTIONARY
Not leaving: an act of trust and love,
often deciphered by children"
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via feellng)
"I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then."
— Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via mounabowa)
(Source: larmoyante, via gooddreams-and-foreverpromises)
"I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you."
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice (via kafkaesque-world)
"Your soul knew my soul
long before we needed skin
to spend a life in."
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I bet you can tell I’m a woman,” she said, “and I suspect the rest of the world can, too.”
She said she was all too aware that if she was selected, she would represent several hundred male athletes in the NBA; she would deal with league officials and agents who were nearly all men; she would negotiate with team owners who were almost all men; and she would stand before reporters who were predominantly men.
She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.
Michele Roberts, the new head of the NBA Player’s Union (via emilyisobsessed)
“My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on”
(Source: mdz1971, via genieweenie)