1. (Source: , via fabric-of-a-gentleman)

  2. book-pause:

Eliot’s Books (Toronto, Canada) Gustavo Thomas


    Eliot’s Books (Toronto, Canada)
    Gustavo Thomas

    (via bookporn)

  3. valscrapbook:

Flea Market Find 14/365 by gaillvlnd on Flickr.
  4. misswallflower:

    Jane Austen stamps 

  5. michaelmoonsbookshop:

old books 
  6. michaelmoonsbookshop:

old books in glass cases - protected from mis-handling


    old books in glass cases - protected from mis-handling

    (via fabric-of-a-gentleman)

  7. aformofhealing:

    Voltaire and Rousseau 
    12-14 Otago Ln, Glasgow, Lanarkshire G12 8PB, United Kingdom

    (via booklover)

  8. "So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me and reminded me that there are good things in the world."
    Vincent Van Gogh (via ablogwithaview)

    (Source: littledallilasbookshelf, via whisperingteacups)


Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. (Harper Lee)

I nearly always write, just as I nearly always breathe.
(John Steinbeck)

When I don’t write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.
(Anaïs Nin)

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
(Haruki Murakami)

I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
(Carlos Ruiz Zafón)

He loved a book because it was a book; he loved its odor, its form, its title. What he loved in a manuscript was its old illegible date, the bizarre and strange Gothic characters, the heavy gilding which loaded its drawings. It was its pages covered with dust — dust of which he breathed the sweet and tender perfume with delight.
(Gustave Flaubert)

I whispered the thrilling words to myself, then lifted the book to my nose and breathed the ink from its pages. The scent of possibilities.
(Kate Morton)

This is how you read a novel: you inhale the experience. So start breathing.
(Azar Nafisi)

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