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George Lawrence Bulleid (1858-1933)

[Sentarse a leer] 

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The next morning at breakfast I had the most tremendous epiphany. Like most epiphanies, it happened over a cup of tea.

Samantha SoRelle, Cairo Malachi and the Adventure of the Silver Whistle

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A long, long time, that was what. A long time, whispered the low rustle of the breeze in the leaves outside. A long time, sang the drip-drip-drip of rainwater, softly, while Tobias sat clear-eyed and sleepless in the dark, listening to the wood.

Emily Tesh, Silver in the Wood

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"Just know," he says, "that I'd do anything for you. That I'd let you do anything to me. There's nothing about you I don't want."

Rainbow Rowell, Any Way the Wind Blows

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"Bibliotropic," Hugh said. "Like sunflowers are heliotropic, they naturally turn towards the sun. We naturally turn towards the bookshop."

Jo Walton, Among Others

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Gah, love this color scheme!

Jacket illustration: Sam Schechter

Jacket Design: Rebecca Syracuse

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Robin sat and listened to music for several hours, and was disappointed to learn that only forty minutes had passed on the clock.

K.J. Charles, The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting

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Boyfriend Material

Luc: Oh, come on. It wasn't your fault. You defended the guy as well as you could.

Oliver: Yes, but if one must lose, one prefers to lose honourably rather than ignominiously.

Luc: Y'know, I was going to be sympathetic, right until you started referring to yourself as *one*.

Oliver (chuckling): One is sorry.

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Oliver was looking distractingly intense. I guess I could admit that, under most circumstances, he was a better-than-okay looking man. But when he was being passionate about shit, and his eyes got all sharp and his mouth got all interesting, he probably got upgraded to hot. And this was just about the worst possible time to start noticing that because, while I was noticing how attractive he could be, he was noticing what a complete piece of human garbage I was. 'Oh?' I said intelligently, while not staring.

Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material

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The Model Speaker by Robert Graham. Published by Juvenile Publishing Co., 1893.

Photo by ahouseofbooks

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'Met.' So tame a word for it. It was not a meeting, Veronica.  I was introduced to her and it was like finding a part of myself that had been somehow walking the earth without me. She was my other half when I had not realized I was incomplete.

Deanna Raybourn, A Dangerous Collaboration

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s copy of Keat’s Poetical Works, with his handwritten annotations.

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Books are everything that counts! More

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Olivia de Havilland

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If I had Aladdin’s lamp I should certainly use it to get books served up to me at a moment’s notice. It may be better to search for the truth than to have it at hand without seeking, but with books I should take the other alternative.

George Eliot, a letter on 10 December 1861 (via aliteraryprincess)