476 Quotes About Libraries

If inner beauty really mattered, gyms wouldn't have been so crowded & libraries so empty...

Every time we put something into words, we simultaneously pronounce a declaration fo faith in the power of language to re-create and communicate our experience of the world, and our admission of its shortcomings to name this experience fully... All our libraries are the glorious record of that failure.

You went to the library to listen to Neil Young?”“I went to the library because it’s quiet, but also for the free music and books. I mean it’s a library. That’s what you do there.”“I don’t go to libraries.”“Well, you’re missing out.

If the keepers of books, journals, films, compact discs, and software do not vigilantly defend free expression and intellectual freedom, who will?

Remind me to tell you about the Cataloging Rebellion of 2159. That came about through a combination of incompetent Board members and a Head Librarian on a power trip....

There's a term you don't hear these days, one you used to hear all the time when the Carnegie branches opened: Palaces for the People. The library really is a palace. It bestows nobility on people who otherwise couldn't afford a shred of it. People need to have nobility and dignity in their lives. And you know, they need other people to recognize it in them too.

Libraries have always been mysterious, almost mystical places to me. There’s something about the sheer vastness of them, the seemingly infinite number of books they protect and keep, that inspires a sense of wonder, making each visit feel like a quest for ancient secrets. Whenever I step into one, I always wander the stacks, choosing books by some invisible pull rather than by the author’s name or the catalog. It’s not efficient, but I can’t help it. It feels more magical this way.

I miss the floral scent of her hair, the perfume that barely masked the underlying truth of what she was. She was lost time. She smelled of dusty libraries and unwound clocks, salted sand and rain riding on the first rays of dawn. And lilac. When she held me to her, lilac was what I smelled first.

She was lost time. She smelled of dusty libraries and unwound clocks, salted sand and rain riding on the first rays of dawn.