1. namakemonono:

(Old books - Pinterestから)
  2. "She reads. She reads. She reads words of splendour to comfort her soul."
    Leila Hussein 

    (via antiquedvintage)

    (Source: venuschild, via whisperingteacups)

  3. michaelmoonsbookshop:

old books 
late 19th early 20th century publisher’s pictorial cloth bindings

    michaelmoonsbookshop:

    old books 

    late 19th early 20th century publisher’s pictorial cloth bindings

    (via vintageandfrench)

  4. 
Bookshop by jelens

    Bookshop by jelens

    (Source: bookporn)

  5. "There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic."
    Diane Setterfield; The Thirteenth Tale (via wordpainting)
  6. rusticmeetsvintage:

Form of a Feather: Exploration 

    rusticmeetsvintage:

    Form of a Feather: Exploration 

    (via vintageandfrench)

About

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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