“What makes people despair is that they try to find a universal meaning to the whole of life, and then end up by saying it is absurd, illogical, empty of meaning. There is not one big, cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. To seek a total unity is wrong. To give as much meaning to one’s life as possible seems right to me.”—Anais Nin (via softwhisper)
We didn’t have a bookshop in the town where I grew up. We did have a public library, though, on the top floor of the Civic Hall; accessible by a mysterious staircase that got narrower and narrower, changing from marble to dark wood as you moved upwards.
“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that it all happened to you, and afterwards it all belongs to you.”—Ernest Hemingway (via wordpainting)
“She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.”—Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl (via bookoasis)