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Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

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This isn’t study-related but this was such a lovely thing for this children’s show to do I had to share
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I love those books that you open up after years, and it’s like a smell: you’re immediately back to that place where you were the first time you picked up that book… It’s like coming home.
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“If you take a book with you on a journey,” Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, “an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it… yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”
Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
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Bookshelves I Have Longed For #172:
An early-17th-century travelling library housed in a large book , University of Leeds.
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You’re dry and you’re empty and there’s nothing else. There’s nothing else, I tell you. Not a damned thing // Ernest Hemingway.
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“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”
— Oscar Wilde
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It was the happiest moment of my life, though I didn’t know it // Orhan Pamuk.
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“Life had so many colors through her eyes. It painted my world forever.”
- Aunt Jo, Anne With An E
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