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Neil Gaiman on Libraries and Librarians.

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A student asked a teacher: “ whats the difference between I like you and I love you?” The teacher beautifully answered with: “ well its like a flower. If you like a flower, you pluck it. If you love a flower, you water it every day and take care of it” And if you understand that my friend, you’ll understand the concept of love and life.

A great friend of mine told me this (via creatingaquietmind)

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Readers are encouraged by what they read. They are given hope. They are angered. They are shocked and dismayed. Some are so moved by the books they read that they take very visible action to promote change in the world. With others, the effects are more subtle, but they are undeniably there. We carry what we read with us. It is a wonderful feeling to be able to sit down with a good book – whatever your definition of a “good book” may be – and lose yourself in the story. It can be highly enjoyable. It can be overly emotional. It can be stressful – but in a good way. Reading is the thing that many of us do so that we can forget, even for a short time, that there is a less-than-perfect world out there and that we have to live in it. That does not mean, however, that it doesn’t make a difference in who you are, what you believe, and how you behave out in the world.

from Reading Is A Political Act by Cassandra Neace (via bookriot)

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Books are many things: lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armour for the fearful and nests for those in need of a home.

Glenda Millard, The Tender Moments of Saffron Silk (via quotethat)

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I don’t think you can have Princess Bride as one of your favourite movies if you actually think love makes you a worse person

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I’m speechless… what kind of writer am I? With all this love and no words for it?

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters (via nervesoflanguage)

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A soft woman is simply a wolf caught in meditation.

Pavana पवन   (via thelostdeer)

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Across the curve of the earth, there are women getting up before dawn, in the blackness before the point of light, in the twilight before sunrise; there are women rising earlier than men and children to break the ice, to start the stove, to put up the pap, the coffee, the rice, to iron the pants, to braid the hair, to pull the day’s water up from the well, to boil water for tea, to wash the children for school, to pull the vegetables and start the walk to market, to run to catch the bus for the work that is paid. I don’t know when most women sleep. In big cities at dawn women are traveling home after cleaning offices all night, or waxing the halls of hospitals, or sitting up with the old and sick and frightened at the hour when death is supposed to do its work. In Perù: “Women invest hours in cleaning tiny stones and chaff out of beans, wheat and rice; they shell peas and clean fish and grind spices in small mortars. They buy bones or tripe at the market and cook cheap, nutritious soup. They repair clothes until they will not sustain another patch. They… search… out the cheapest school uniforms, payable in the greatest number of installments. They trade old magazines for plastic washbasins and buy second-hand toys and shoes. They walk long distances to find a spool of thread at a slightly lower price.” This is the working day that has never changed, the unpaid female labor which means the survival of the poor. In minimal light I see her, over and over, her inner clock pushing her out of bed with her heavy and maybe painful limbs, her breath breathing life into her stove, her house, her family, taking the last cold swatch of night on her body, meeting the sudden leap of the rising sun. In my white North American world they have tried to tell me that this woman—politicized by intersecting forces—doesn’t think and reflect on her life. That her ideas are not real ideas like those of Karl Marx and Simone de Beauvoir: That her calculations, her spiritual philosophy, her gifts for law and ethics, her daily emergency political decisions are merely instinctual or conditioned reactions. That only certain kinds of people can make theory; that the white-educated mind is capable of formulating everything; that white middle-class feminism can know for “all women”; that only when a white mind formulates is the formulation to be taken seriously.

Adrienne Rich, Notes toward a Politics of Location  (via days-of-reading)

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”If today was perfect there would be no need for tomorrow.”

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Too many people get caught up in what could be instead of appreciating what is. Don’t fall into that trap. Appreciate what you have & who you have, cause the future can take it all away from you.

Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

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Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Anais Nin (via psych-facts)

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When you can state the theme of a story, when you can separate it from the story itself, then you can be sure the story is not a very good one. The meaning of a story has to be embodied in it, has to be made concrete in it. A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is. You tell a story because a statement would be inadequate. When anybody asks what a story is about, the only proper thing is to tell him to read the story. The meaning of fiction is not abstract meaning but experienced meaning, and the purpose of making statements about the meaning of a story is only to help you experience that meaning more fully.

Flannery O’Connor (via nathanielstuart)

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I should have loved myself with the love I gave to you.

11 word story  (via tyratek)

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Please know that there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious. Go love someone just because… I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal even if you don’t want it to, it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. It’s up to you to find them.

Chuck Palahniuk (via creatingaquietmind)

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