1. Ok, admit it … This time you didn’t even notice the books …

    Ok, admit it … This time you didn’t even notice the books …

    (Source: airows, via whimsicaljanne)

  2. (Source: indieminduk, via bookporn)

  3. (Source: ofsmokyburgundy, via bookporn)

  4. "She believed that books served as a mirror of the person who accumulated them."
    Donna Leon, Through A Glass, Darkly (via coffeebooksandfriends)

    (via booklover)

  5. celiabasto:

100% ART
  6. bookpatrol:

Framed bookcase

    bookpatrol:

    Framed bookcase

    (via bookporn)

  7. "It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty."
    Jon Krakauer, “Into the Wild.” (via wordsnquotes)

    (via booklover)

  8. wordpainting:

Read.

    wordpainting:

    Read.

    (Source: toetagjanedoe)

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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