The Magicianâs Library by Erin McGuire

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The Magicianâs Library by Erin McGuire
PerhapsâI want the old days back again and theyâll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.
Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind (via bookmania)
Hey thatâs you, books-glorious-books Sorry I had to.
Oh my gosh! I need it now⊠:P
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via bookmania)
My goals:
1. Owning all books I want to read 2. Reading them before I die
There are books that one reads over and over again, books that become part of the furniture of oneâs mind and alter oneâs whole attitude to life, books that one dips into but never reads through, books that reads at a single sitting and forgets a week later.
George Orwell (via bookmania)
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seeâst the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Deathâs second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seeâst the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceivâst, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
  -Sonnet 73
    -William Shakespeare
such a uniquely portable magic
(by Krystin Norman)
âyou can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.â - C.S. Lewis âĄ
I love gorgeous poetry books. #mythoughts
âThe man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who canât read them.â â Mark Twain (photo via LSE Library)
Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.
Unknown (via sarraht)