Books Quote by Barbara Vine

“Absorbing his words was like taking a drink of hot tea. They burned on the way down, but soothed my insides once they had…

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

“His temples throbbed but the migraine had retreated, leaving a soft wash of endorphins in its wake. He lay blinking at the pillow, light-headed…

— Sarah Hilary

“How could I be such an open book to him when, half the time, I had no idea what was milling around in his…

— Khaled Hosseini

“I listened intently. He chose to skim past the parts that would put his ridiculous worries to rest, and I chose to snatch the…

— Jodi Ellen Malpas

“When I press my forehead to his back, the shape of his pain is alluring, almost visible. It forms him, tells him to protect…

— Brenna Yovanoff

“He couldn't seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the…

— Ken Kesey

“I’ve always thought that books have some kind of healing power and that they can, if nothing else, provide a distraction.”

— Katarina Bivald

“...she had developed such a quiet comfort in his presence, like all the hurt of the world couldn't touch her. Yet, every once in…

— Sibylla Matilde

“...he spent whole days and nights over his books; and thus with little sleeping and much reading his brains dried up to such a…

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

“While it sounds interesting, it was really only a headache pressed between covers.”

— Patrick Rothfuss

“He was standing on the little ledge of reality he had left, but it seemed to me that he wasn't getting high, just getting…

— Colum McCann

“The pain is constant, steady, never-ending. It's the only thing I know. I don't want to be awake anymore.”

— Katja Millay