The best quotes on Books


Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
Neville's childhood had been blighted by Voldemort just as much as Harry's had, but Neville had no idea how close he had come to having Harry's destiny. The prophecy could have referred to either of them, yet, for his own inscrutable reasons, Voldemort had chosen to believe that Harry was the one meant. Had Voldemort chosen Neville, it would be Neville sitting opposite Harry bearing the lightning-shaped scar and the weight of the prophecy... Or would it? Would Neville's mother have died to save him, as Lily had died for Harry? Surely she would... But what if she had been unable to stand between her son and Voldemort? Would there then have been no "Chosen One" at all? An empty seat where Neville now sat and a scarless Harry who would have been kissed good-bye by his own mother, not Ron's?
Rate this quote: Send
    Posted by: Sarah Tarricone
    in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
    The dead lay in a row in the middle of the Hall. Harry could not see Fred's body, because his family surrounded him. George was kneeling at his head; Mrs. Weasley was lying across Fred's chest, her body shaking. Mr. Weasley stroking her hair while tears cascaded down his cheeks.
    Without a word to Harry, Ron and Hermione walked away. Harry saw Hermione approach Ginny, whose face was swollen and blotchy, and hug her. Ron joined Bill, Fleur, and Percy, who flung an arm around Ron's shoulders. As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred. Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling. The Great Hall seemed to fly away, become smaller, shrink, as Harry reeled backward from the doorway. He could not draw breath. He could not bear to look at any of the other bodies, to see who else had died for him.
    Rate this quote: Send
      Posted by: Francesco Pierri
      in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
      The title of the book is A Farewell to Arms and except for three years there has been war of some kind almost ever since it has been written. Some people used to say, why is the man so preoccupied and obsessed with war, and now, since 1933 perhaps it is clear why a writer should be interested in the constant, bullying, murderous, slovenly crime of war. Having been to too many of them, I am sure that I am prejudiced, and I hope that I am very prejudiced. But it is the considered belief of the writer of this book that wars are fought by the finest people that there are, or just say people, although, the closer you are to were they are fighting, the finer people you meet; but they are made, provoked and initiated by straight economic rivalries and by swine that stand to profit from them. I believe that all the people who stand to profit by a war and who help provoke it should be shot on the first day it starts by accredited rappresentatives of loyal citizens of their country who will fight it. The author of this book would be very glad to take charge of this shooting, if legally delegated by those who will fight, and see that it would be performed as humanely and correctly as possible and see that all the bodies were given decent burial. We might even arrange to have them buried in cellophane or any one of the newer plastic materials. If, at the end of the day, there was any evidence that I had in any way provoked the new war or had not performed my delegated duties correctly, I would be willing, if not pleased, to be shot by the same firing squad and be buried either with or without cellophane or be left naked on a hill.
      Rate this quote: Send
        Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
        in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
        Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later, no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget, we will return.
        Rate this quote: Send
          Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
          in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
          My great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the
          universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not
          seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in
          the woods: time will change it, (...)a source of little visible delight, but necessary. (...) He's always, always in
          my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a
          pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of
          our separation again: it is impracticable...
          Rate this quote: Send
            Posted by: Irin Supertramp
            in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
            Nature was here something savage and awful, though beautiful. I looked with awe at the ground I trod on, to see what the Powers had made there, the form and fashion and material of theirwork. This was that Earth of which we have heard, made out of Chaos and Old Night. Here was no man's garden, but the unhandselled globe. It was not lawn, nor pasture, nor mead, nor woodland, nor lea, nor arable, nor waste land. It was the fresh and natural surface of the planet Earth, as it was made for ever and ever, to be the dwelling of man, we say, so Nature made it, and man may use it if he can.
            Rate this quote: Send
              Posted by: Irin Supertramp
              in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
              No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength. Learning for instance, to eat when he's hungry and sleep when he's sleepy. Also around bedtime was my singing time. I'd pace up and down the well-worn path in the dust of my rock singing all the show tunes I could remember, at the top of my voice too, with nobody to hear except the deer and the bear.
              Rate this quote: Send
                Posted by: mor-joy
                in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
                All the books of the world don't give you happiness, but in secret they refer to you.
                There is everything you needin there, sun stars moon.
                Because the light that you looked for lives in your chest.
                The wisdom that you have looked for a long time in a library sines in every sheet, because now it's yours.
                Rate this quote: Send
                  Posted by: mor-joy
                  in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
                  There is a life visible to everyone, and there is another one that only belongs to us, of which nobody knows nothing.
                  Everyone has his own "not man's land" in which it's the total owner of himself. This doeen't mean at all that, from ethics point of view, one it's moral and the other one is immoral; one is licit and the other one illicit. Simply the man every now and then escapes to any control, he lives in the freedom and the mystery.
                  Rate this quote: Send