Quotes About Reading and Books with printable bookmarks

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested

I declare, after all, there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!

I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

I returned to my book—Bewick’s History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank.

They kept alive my fancy, and my hope of something beyond that place and time

the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life.

Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations.

How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

To read well, that is, to read true books in a true spirit, is a noble exercise, and one that will task the reader more than any exercise which the customs of the day esteem.

The student is to read history actively and not passively; to esteem his own life the text, and books the commentary.

My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.

A man cannot bury his meanings so deep in his book but time and like-minded men will find them.

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.

How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!

Summer fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books.

And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed.

The dim, dusty room, with the busts staring down from the tall bookcases, the cozy chairs, the globes, and best of all, the wilderness of books in which she could wander where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.

Then they got to talking about books, and to Jo’s delight, she found that Laurie loved them as well as she did, and had read even more than herself.

Diana and I are reading a perfectly magnificent book and there’s a Lover’s Lane in it.

She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.

The few books she had read and liked had been fairy-story books, and she had read of secret gardens in some of the stories.

You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.

and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice “without pictures or conversations?”