He said: I don't like to read. And I said, honey, you haven't found the right girl.
I had an unconventional birth. I popped out of a vending machine, precisely like books don’t. But you shouldn’t read too much into it.
I can read in bed all night long. I can watch movies all night long. And I can have sex for literally minutes.
I can read people like an open book, especially if their named Braille, and I’m in a touchy-feely mood.
... and because they were fond of reading, she fancied them satirical: perhaps without exactly knowing what it was to be satirical; but that did not signify. It was censure in common use, and easily given.
The story of the book filled the car with exciting adventures of the sort that are fun to read about, so we didn’t have to think about the exciting adventures of the sort that are no fun to live through.
It is also a warning. It is a warning that, if nobody reads the writing on the wall, man will be reduced to the state of the beast, whom he is shaming by his manners.
(The monks) approach was far less narcissistic and our tends to be. Their goal when reading Scripture was to see Christ in every verse, and not a mirror image of themselves.
How a member of the church—one who had read the Good Lord’s bible—could sit so calmly and watch a man be led to his destruction frightened me.
I'm ready for another adventure now, take me far away please! Ok one more... But then you have to read to me!
He wore the evidence of thinking all over his face, open and easy to read. Leah envied him that confidence to show what he was feeling.
She, however, attentively watched my looks, and her artist's pride was gratified, no doubt, to read my heartfelt admiration in my eyes.
Magda was reading a book by a Trappist, in a better mood, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingering my useless map.
Nobody can pretend to know what people want to read or hear or see. People rarely know it themselves; they only know it after the fact.
There are good reasons to learn how to read. Poetry isn't one of them... Why can't poets just say what they want to say and then shut up?
This isn't a book. This isn't a paranormal fantasy or whatever the hell it is you read. There is no set plot or clear idea of where any of this is going. The enemies aren't obvious. There are no guaranteed happy endings.
For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.
You had to admire a guy who called his own new book a classic before it was published and anyone else had a chance to read it.
By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history, we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well. This is to me is a miracle.
She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low. Being sexy was exhausting.
Blessed is the person who desired to read the Holy Scriptures. It’s brings great reward to those who believe, trust and obey the Holy instructions.
