Bibliophilia Quote by Elizabeth Bishop Download Open image “Open the book. (The gilt rubs off the edges of the pages and pollinates the fingertips.)” — Elizabeth Bishop ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bibliophilia Book Books Fingertips Pages
The cover, thickness and knowledge in a book often has little value, the secret is to know when to turn the page. — Stanley Victor Paskavich Copy Share Image
Gently stroke your books, dear stranger, and remember they are dust. — Miljenko Jergovic Copy Share Image
There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page or just closing the book. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page or closing the book. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sometimes you have to decide whether it's worth turning the page, or whether it's time to close the book. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There comes a time when you have to chose between turning the page and closing the book… — Melchor Lim Copy Share Image
Then you start another book and suddenly the galley proofs of the last one come in and you have to wrench your attention away… — Bernard Cornwell Copy Share Image
I have this fantasy. I'm walking past a bookshop and I click my fingers and all my books go blank. So I can start… — John Banville Copy Share Image
Books are like rocks. You hold one in your hand and look at it in various lights to get a sense of it, and… — John Darnielle Copy Share Image
“Exchanging Hats Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your slight transvestite… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
“At the Fishhouses Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in the… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
I am sorry for people who can't write letters. But I suspect also that you and I ... love to write them because it's… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
Time to plant tears, says the almanac. The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove and the child draws another inscrutable house. — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
“But they made me realize more than I ever had the rarity of true originality, and also the sort of alienation it might involve.” — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
“The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing. — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by. — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
Democracy in the contemporary world demands, among other things, an educated and informed people. — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
“Should he give free reign to his desires, the bibliomaniac can ruin his life along with the lives of his loved ones. He'll often… — Mikita Brottman Copy Share Image
“This is incredible. This is quite amazing because who you're honoring tonight is not only myself but the ghost of a lot of your… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
“Earlier that day, a typewriter bomb had exploded at a black market skin house over on Eel Street, sending words raining through the cardboard… — Craig Padawer Copy Share Image
We stopped to browse in the cases, and now that William - with his new glasses on his nose - could linger and read… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
“He flicked through the yellowed rough-cut pages and breathed its musty smell. It filled him with a strange excitement, as if he'd caught a… — Joan London Copy Share Image
“Things turn up in strange places all the time. For example library books, which possess a disconcerting ability to move from place to place,… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
“Until you opened it, the book was nothing that an untrained eye would look twice at.” — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image