Flip through the book, and devour it.

teachingliteracy: Books (by Trust In Fear)

Thu, 31 May 2012 05:53:38 +0800

Books (by Trust In Fear)

"There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind..."

Wed, 30 May 2012 17:49:10 +0800

“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.”

- Dianne Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via booksfrommyshelf)

booksfrommyshelf: 020/365, “Amid Grandfather and I was a...

Wed, 30 May 2012 11:51:42 +0800

booksfrommyshelf:

020/365, “Amid Grandfather and I was a silence you could cut with a scimitar.” by phoebeagle on Flickr.

55/365 - As aventuras de Sherlock Holmes (by Bruna_Wretzky)

Wed, 30 May 2012 05:55:13 +0800

55/365 - As aventuras de Sherlock Holmes (by Bruna_Wretzky)

What I learnt today: At the end of a painful road is success.

Tue, 29 May 2012 18:11:34 +0800

teachingliteracy: pouringtea: (by Maurizio Strippoli)

Tue, 29 May 2012 17:47:12 +0800

teachingliteracy:

pouringtea: (by Maurizio Strippoli)

"That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Love, it’s the most wonderful feeling in the..."

Tue, 29 May 2012 12:00:13 +0800

“That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Love, it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. It’s almost as if every nerve in your body is in ecstasy. You feel weightless, limitless even. You don’t know where you begin and they end, you’re united, conjoined; body, mind and soul moves as one in a wondrous dance. Love, it’s a terrible thing. It’s almost as if every nerve in your body aches. You feel shattered, it tears you apart and leaves you rotten. You feel despicable, guilty that you let somebody make you feel so joyous only to see them walk away. You’d walk to the very ends of the Earth just to feel that good again, to feel complete. Love, it’s despicable and is the most powerful weapon of all. Nothing compares to the power of love.”

- John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via drinkmyfill)

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Tue, 29 May 2012 06:00:36 +0800

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Mon, 28 May 2012 18:00:32 +0800

(by allie bishop pasquier)

Mon, 28 May 2012 11:55:04 +0800

(by allie bishop pasquier)

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Mon, 28 May 2012 06:00:23 +0800

booksinmyheart: (by moniquekrueger.com)

Sun, 27 May 2012 17:47:04 +0800

booksinmyheart:

(by moniquekrueger.com)

Casanatense Library, Rome, Italy

Sun, 27 May 2012 11:57:10 +0800

Casanatense Library, Rome, Italy

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Sun, 27 May 2012 05:48:29 +0800

booksandnerds: (By: maeedispo)

Sat, 26 May 2012 17:47:31 +0800

booksandnerds:

(By: maeedispo)

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Sat, 26 May 2012 11:59:17 +0800

teachingliteracy: by vdaaccord06

Sat, 26 May 2012 05:56:44 +0800

teachingliteracy:

by vdaaccord06

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery...."

Fri, 25 May 2012 18:02:09 +0800

“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”

- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via booksfrommyshelf)

squareblog: Chocolate pencils Chocolate pencils created by...

Fri, 25 May 2012 12:01:57 +0800

squareblog:

Chocolate pencils

Chocolate pencils created by Japanese designers Nendo for Tokyo patissier Tsujiguchi Hironobu.

hastetodisgrace: Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved...

Fri, 25 May 2012 06:01:47 +0800

hastetodisgrace:

Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or, rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion. A room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents.