She walked through countless branching shelves before finding a boy tucked away in a corner. He was reading a children’s story about monsters. He didn’t look up. And she continued on her way until she walked through a set of arching double doors. Outside, she found herself in an unknown courtyard. It was then she realized she was dreaming.
But was it really so absurd to have a dream about fiction?
I should read more. Or so I’m told. People have this whole thing about reading, like it’s so special. It’s kind of an elitist form of entertainment. Not in and of itself, but the way people act about it. I enjoy video games, and movies, and television, and the internet, and occasionally books. I’m not wasting my life. These are all equally valid ways to spend my time.
Libraries are amazing. they hold very many books that hold a large variety or knowledge, fantasy, biographies, and make-believe stories. in the library there is nothing that can’t happen, for the imagination has no boundaries.
Her libraries were many. They spanned from the largest collections found in the grandest buildings to obscure tomes dedicated to a specified source of knowledge. The music building, for example, allocated an entire wing to the art.
The book spines were aged. But that didn’t matter. Like scars on the human body, each fray had a story to tell. And there was nothing so well loved as a real origin story.
i like libraries because my boyfriend and i first talked in one and hes really cute and im not using punctuation because im typing too fast and i am running out of time ahhh the bomb shall explode soon! hurry BALTO we must get the medicine to the children.
i wish i could sit here alone. Or maybe rely on it for warmth and shelter. maybe then just maybe i could entertain my romantic thoughts of lonliness with just a shred of legitimacy
She sat in the library’s microfiche room, going through old newspapers from the turn of the 20th century. It captivated her to see how people talked, thought, and lived.
She had originally gone in to do family research, but that idea was abandoned when she became absorbed in old advertisements and news stories.
I sat in the library one afternoon thinking about how much I really wanted coffee. But this was a library, not a coffee shop. See, it seems we’ve been tricked by retailers into thinking that books and coffee inequitably go together–most bookstores nowadays have a fancy coffee installment in. But not libraries. They’ve got the right idea, them libraries. Still, I need me some coffee.
how can i believe one word? how can i find a grain of truth on a sandy beach of lines? the whole library was riddled with histrionics and passionate ramblings of the elite.
One of the things I always told myself I’d have when i got older was my own personal library. However, the library which I promised myself wasn’t to be something along the lines of a family study like the ones which my dad or Paul had. No, the library I had in mind was something akin to the sprawling bookshelves which aligned the
The library is where we find kings and paupers alike, and each one is richer than i. Each one is solid, defined, and will last longer than my years. The library gives them the shelter they need. I beg and yearn for the means to live, while they are unthreatened.
The library is where we find kings and paupers alike, and each one is richer than i. Each one is solid, defined, and will last longer than my years. The library gives them the shelter they need. I beg and yearn for the means to live, while they are unthreatened.
When I was little, library was a place of freedom. I could create fantasies and adventures just rambling about the dark corners, picking up books I imagined hadn’t been touched in years, freeing the characters inside. I fought with giants, hid in closets, fought for freedom under lit sheets and on board moving trains.
But when I had real freedom…
Why did I never go back?
This is the place to go when you need to get work done. However it will be impossible to find a computer because on a campus with 8000 kids they only keep like 20 computers. Yea i know stupid right. What can they be doing with my 15000 dollars a year? Oh thats right now buy computers
I look up
at a book that says
“How the Brain Works”
and think about
the temporal lobe
lighting up
while listening to a saxophone
skat a lick in 5/4 time,
the drums beating on 1
and 4,
but the 5 sounding so natural
in it syncopation.
The girl sat at the table in the library, her nose buried in a book. Unbeknown to her, a boy her age was going through the aisles, watching her, drinking in her every move. He was, sadly, in love with her. A love developed by many summers of watching her sit at that same table and devour book after book.
boring, quiet place where, in school i usually got nothing done. Never really found the actual book I was looking for, rather got stuck reading something else that I found more suitable. Never liked doing research for things I was forced to do. I don’t even know if I have a public library card anymore.
I have really fond memories of going to the library with my mother as a child. I got lice at the library once in a reading circle. There was a time when I had read almost every book in one room. The smell is so distinct.
I had my best kiss in the library. He was an intern, working for little pay and no one was around. A few sharp words were exchanged and I followed him further into the stacks to explain how he was wrong on the topic. He grabbed me. Anger and fear, at first, then passion. It was incredible.
A duck wandered into the library, with volume seven of the Encyclopedia Britannica under his left wing. Ms. Simmons, the librarian stopped him and said, “May I help you?” The duck said, “Oh, no. This 20-pound book under my wing is just fine and dandy. Never mind the buckling of my knees!”
Ms Simmons said, “All right, I’ll take the book. No need for sarcastic wisequacks!”
the library is my sanctuary. My safe haven. I can find a book and hide away in its words. I can read about lives i wish i had, and lives that make me appreciate mine.
I used to visit the library every once and then just to browse around interesting books. Things related to business or travel mostly. Haha those were the days when library is so easily accessible in school.
All you can hear through the silence is
Wind on the other side of the glass
That keeps you safe from the dark.
But the glass is threatening to collapse
Under the pressure of the night.
Why would you be at the library on new years? Library researching how to party? Cause honey, you’re doing it wrong. Ditch the library today and push the books away, right now it’s time to party! Not be silent at the library! :)
books. lots of books. a quiet place. a place to think and gather thoughts. a place that is very resourceful. chairs. tables. entertainment. a place to read and relax.
Libraries are places where the weary can lose themselves in another man’s fantasy. The places where the sad can find happiness with their favorite character, the place where everyone’s tastes are catered to. Libraries are like our courts: the great levelers.
So i went to the library to check out a book, but they didn’t have it in stock. So I asked them if they could order it for me from another library. They asked what the book was, I said it’s Blood Meridian by Cormac Mccarthy. They called some Christian library and they replied that that book is nothing but smut and violence. How pathetic of them. Oh well, I’ll just buy my books online from now on.
I was walking down the street when I seen a library. I walked in to find no one there and all the lights were off but, the doors were still open, I walk into find 5 bodies all bloody laying on the floor, when a person clocks me in the head and I get knocked out.
a dead body was laying in the library. it was a strange to see a dead body in a place like the library as library is the place where one can feel at home and can run its imagination to the fullest.
I scan the shelves, searching for that one book I will enjoy. This is difficult. I normally do not read the kind of books that most libraries carry. I often spend hours looking and come out empty-handed.
If it wasn’t for the dusty, old card catalog left in the corner, you’d never have guessed this used to be a library. And most would never guess the memories that something so boring as a library could hold for one, but this was more than just an old library; this was where my old high school used to hold the Junior Prom each year. This was where Carl had broken my heart.
There is a library in every city. It is a very useful resource to many people of the city, especially students. Many people do different things at a library. Most of them use it for it’s booking resources. Many use their electronic resources.
A place of wonder and exploration. The smell of the pages lingers in the air like popcorn in a theater. Pages of life,joy ,love and journeys.You can enter any world just by the choice of a book. The library is a world with in a world..let’s find and adventure.
There once was a time where I was teased, ridiculed and even beat upon viciously because I was not like everyone else. Enduring the torment day by day, I grew tired. I began to hate life and even contemplated to end my own. But one day, I stepped through a strange portal and found myself in a silent sanctuary of friends, peers, and role models. It was the library… and a place to call home.
I love walking through your aisles, filled with love, hate, mystery, history. . .everything I can dream up and things I have yet to fathom. I’ve sat many a time on your floor, kissed the love of my life, cried when people I loved in your pages died. I hate having late fees and this is a place of solace. Let me live here. Let me love every last page here. I find adventure, I’m jumping off the cliffs, fighting off bandits, caught red-handed with a lover who is forever forbidden. Call for me in your halls, hush me when I became far too excited and enthralled. Amazing feelings, amazing thoughts.
She walked through countless branching shelves before finding a boy tucked away in a corner. He was reading a children’s story about monsters. He didn’t look up. And she continued on her way until she walked through a set of arching double doors. Outside, she found herself in an unknown courtyard. It was then she realized she was dreaming.
But was it really so absurd to have a dream about fiction?
An incredible source of information though I personally prefer video/audio/visual learning as I seem to mentally digest more.
that’s where i spent most of my time
and maybe that’s why i am the way
i am
always keeping my head in the books
skipping school to go to the library
and maybe thats the problem these days
there isn’t enough of a challenge.
I should read more. Or so I’m told. People have this whole thing about reading, like it’s so special. It’s kind of an elitist form of entertainment. Not in and of itself, but the way people act about it. I enjoy video games, and movies, and television, and the internet, and occasionally books. I’m not wasting my life. These are all equally valid ways to spend my time.
Libraries are amazing. they hold very many books that hold a large variety or knowledge, fantasy, biographies, and make-believe stories. in the library there is nothing that can’t happen, for the imagination has no boundaries.
Her libraries were many. They spanned from the largest collections found in the grandest buildings to obscure tomes dedicated to a specified source of knowledge. The music building, for example, allocated an entire wing to the art.
The book spines were aged. But that didn’t matter. Like scars on the human body, each fray had a story to tell. And there was nothing so well loved as a real origin story.
Stored knowledge. A quiet contemplative and meditative building. One of my favourite places; regardless of where the library is.
books shelves, books, librarians, shush, glasses, bookmarks, knowledge, chairs, quiet,
i like libraries because my boyfriend and i first talked in one and hes really cute and im not using punctuation because im typing too fast and i am running out of time ahhh the bomb shall explode soon! hurry BALTO we must get the medicine to the children.
i wish i could sit here alone. Or maybe rely on it for warmth and shelter. maybe then just maybe i could entertain my romantic thoughts of lonliness with just a shred of legitimacy
She sat in the library’s microfiche room, going through old newspapers from the turn of the 20th century. It captivated her to see how people talked, thought, and lived.
She had originally gone in to do family research, but that idea was abandoned when she became absorbed in old advertisements and news stories.
I sat in the library one afternoon thinking about how much I really wanted coffee. But this was a library, not a coffee shop. See, it seems we’ve been tricked by retailers into thinking that books and coffee inequitably go together–most bookstores nowadays have a fancy coffee installment in. But not libraries. They’ve got the right idea, them libraries. Still, I need me some coffee.
how can i believe one word? how can i find a grain of truth on a sandy beach of lines? the whole library was riddled with histrionics and passionate ramblings of the elite.
One of the things I always told myself I’d have when i got older was my own personal library. However, the library which I promised myself wasn’t to be something along the lines of a family study like the ones which my dad or Paul had. No, the library I had in mind was something akin to the sprawling bookshelves which aligned the
The library is where we find kings and paupers alike, and each one is richer than i. Each one is solid, defined, and will last longer than my years. The library gives them the shelter they need. I beg and yearn for the means to live, while they are unthreatened.
The library is where we find kings and paupers alike, and each one is richer than i. Each one is solid, defined, and will last longer than my years. The library gives them the shelter they need. I beg and yearn for the means to live, while they are unthreatened.
When I was little, library was a place of freedom. I could create fantasies and adventures just rambling about the dark corners, picking up books I imagined hadn’t been touched in years, freeing the characters inside. I fought with giants, hid in closets, fought for freedom under lit sheets and on board moving trains.
But when I had real freedom…
Why did I never go back?
This is the place to go when you need to get work done. However it will be impossible to find a computer because on a campus with 8000 kids they only keep like 20 computers. Yea i know stupid right. What can they be doing with my 15000 dollars a year? Oh thats right now buy computers
I look up
at a book that says
“How the Brain Works”
and think about
the temporal lobe
lighting up
while listening to a saxophone
skat a lick in 5/4 time,
the drums beating on 1
and 4,
but the 5 sounding so natural
in it syncopation.
The girl sat at the table in the library, her nose buried in a book. Unbeknown to her, a boy her age was going through the aisles, watching her, drinking in her every move. He was, sadly, in love with her. A love developed by many summers of watching her sit at that same table and devour book after book.
boring, quiet place where, in school i usually got nothing done. Never really found the actual book I was looking for, rather got stuck reading something else that I found more suitable. Never liked doing research for things I was forced to do. I don’t even know if I have a public library card anymore.
I have really fond memories of going to the library with my mother as a child. I got lice at the library once in a reading circle. There was a time when I had read almost every book in one room. The smell is so distinct.
I had my best kiss in the library. He was an intern, working for little pay and no one was around. A few sharp words were exchanged and I followed him further into the stacks to explain how he was wrong on the topic. He grabbed me. Anger and fear, at first, then passion. It was incredible.
A duck wandered into the library, with volume seven of the Encyclopedia Britannica under his left wing. Ms. Simmons, the librarian stopped him and said, “May I help you?” The duck said, “Oh, no. This 20-pound book under my wing is just fine and dandy. Never mind the buckling of my knees!”
Ms Simmons said, “All right, I’ll take the book. No need for sarcastic wisequacks!”
the library is my sanctuary. My safe haven. I can find a book and hide away in its words. I can read about lives i wish i had, and lives that make me appreciate mine.
I used to visit the library every once and then just to browse around interesting books. Things related to business or travel mostly. Haha those were the days when library is so easily accessible in school.
All you can hear through the silence is
Wind on the other side of the glass
That keeps you safe from the dark.
But the glass is threatening to collapse
Under the pressure of the night.
Why would you be at the library on new years? Library researching how to party? Cause honey, you’re doing it wrong. Ditch the library today and push the books away, right now it’s time to party! Not be silent at the library! :)
books. lots of books. a quiet place. a place to think and gather thoughts. a place that is very resourceful. chairs. tables. entertainment. a place to read and relax.
Libraries are places where the weary can lose themselves in another man’s fantasy. The places where the sad can find happiness with their favorite character, the place where everyone’s tastes are catered to. Libraries are like our courts: the great levelers.
So i went to the library to check out a book, but they didn’t have it in stock. So I asked them if they could order it for me from another library. They asked what the book was, I said it’s Blood Meridian by Cormac Mccarthy. They called some Christian library and they replied that that book is nothing but smut and violence. How pathetic of them. Oh well, I’ll just buy my books online from now on.
I was walking down the street when I seen a library. I walked in to find no one there and all the lights were off but, the doors were still open, I walk into find 5 bodies all bloody laying on the floor, when a person clocks me in the head and I get knocked out.
a dead body was laying in the library. it was a strange to see a dead body in a place like the library as library is the place where one can feel at home and can run its imagination to the fullest.
I scan the shelves, searching for that one book I will enjoy. This is difficult. I normally do not read the kind of books that most libraries carry. I often spend hours looking and come out empty-handed.
If it wasn’t for the dusty, old card catalog left in the corner, you’d never have guessed this used to be a library. And most would never guess the memories that something so boring as a library could hold for one, but this was more than just an old library; this was where my old high school used to hold the Junior Prom each year. This was where Carl had broken my heart.
There is a library in every city. It is a very useful resource to many people of the city, especially students. Many people do different things at a library. Most of them use it for it’s booking resources. Many use their electronic resources.
A place of wonder and exploration. The smell of the pages lingers in the air like popcorn in a theater. Pages of life,joy ,love and journeys.You can enter any world just by the choice of a book. The library is a world with in a world..let’s find and adventure.
There once was a time where I was teased, ridiculed and even beat upon viciously because I was not like everyone else. Enduring the torment day by day, I grew tired. I began to hate life and even contemplated to end my own. But one day, I stepped through a strange portal and found myself in a silent sanctuary of friends, peers, and role models. It was the library… and a place to call home.
I love walking through your aisles, filled with love, hate, mystery, history. . .everything I can dream up and things I have yet to fathom. I’ve sat many a time on your floor, kissed the love of my life, cried when people I loved in your pages died. I hate having late fees and this is a place of solace. Let me live here. Let me love every last page here. I find adventure, I’m jumping off the cliffs, fighting off bandits, caught red-handed with a lover who is forever forbidden. Call for me in your halls, hush me when I became far too excited and enthralled. Amazing feelings, amazing thoughts.