I would like to think that library is my sacred place, but actually I’m just looking for something that’s just mine, my thing, my favourite thing that I’m really good at – reading. The real truth is I suck at it recently. I pick up a book, start to read, but never finish.
Libraries are calm, quiet places. I love libraries. I wish I could go to the public library, but my parents never have time to take me, and I’ve got two more years until I get my permit. I also need a library card. :/
I looked up at the walls of the great library around me and spun in a full circle, just to take it all in. In front of me now was a freaking lot of books. Books. Books. Books. Oh, and did I mention the books?
I would love to one day make out the the bookcases of a library. It would be just like in the scenes of a movie! I would love for my life to have a couple scenes from the most romantic movies. I love movies. I should read more.
Brooke Bursch
Yesterday, I went to the library to find a book about libraries around the world. While I was there, I went on the Internet and found all the information I needed about libraries. Interestly, i could have found this information at home!
Joe Carey
Is a place where you study and just relax you’re mind & get away. It works for checking out books , movies and dvd’s. In the library you also get to use other machines such as computers for people who don’t have computers
Raphaella Pineda
i walk down michigan avenue
the city lights flashing in the best cheesy way possible
christmas decorations already up
we pass by a big, stone building,
one of the only ones not soaked in holly and fake ornaments
a library
filled with pretentious college students
standing on the corner.
liza
i went to the library again. there he was, stocking the shelves like he did every sunday. i loved the way he was so careful like he actually cares about the dewy decimal system. he is so passionate about everything he does. he is passionate in the way he loves me.
Cynthia
I walked in to the library. I hate borrowing books, I can never seem to get them in on time but i have to for a project. I once borrowed a book and there was a booger inside, A booger!
Lindsay
The room was immense. Caverns of shelves aligned the walls. It was one of those places that had so many different crevices filled iwth books that you knew that you could spend endless amounts of time just exploring its depths. The most amazing part about it is the books–those objects that know all and see all, sitting in its motionless and timeless place forever.
nadeen
Endless stories waiting for me. Monsters, villains, fairies, characters to fall in love with. People hidden among pages… love, death, life. Everything you need to know. Waiting for you in a book. The world that houses everything. Where would we be without it?
Kristin LR
It stands looming above me. Once again exposing my thoughts of wanting to know everything. Although i know I’ll never know everything, I hope I can once discover why..
the dendrochronology of knowledge lies in the library
where you can fill your mind with tales
written and printed on the bark of giving trees
mastered in beauty
Laura-Ashlee
I love books!! And the library is one of the best places for someone like me! I was a lot of times in my childhood in the library and any time, I will have a one library in my big house!! With a lot of different books!
Lin
I stood in the library, perilously perplexed. As the ocean of books waved and waned in front of me, I wondered, where would I be taken next. Would the wide continent of Narnia sweep me off my feet and romance me until I swore I was the High Queen? Would Hogwarts once again spirit me away under it’s breath, showing me what great power I held under the layers of skin and muscles and bones. Or would another journey claim me today? What words would influence me for the next few months? What magic spells would I recite under my breath while I sleepwalked through my days, hoping and wishing and praying for an opportunity to go back to my fantasy-land. My escape. Closing my eyes, I reached out, impulsive, random. The book I pull out, old, leather-bound, smelling of old yellow pages, is what I accept as my next adventure.
i was wondering one day
can we at some point in our time, achieve the possibility of preserving someone’s brain ?
And maybe also transfer it’s knowledge to someone else’s.
But now i know , we already did this .
Maybe not in the way i imagined , but nevertheless we did it.
That’s what a library is
a crucible that gathers the knowledge of man kind and condenses it in a single place.
I stood in the library, perilously perplexed. As the ocean of books waved and waned in front of me, I wondered, where would I be taken next. Would the wide continent of Narnia sweep me off my feet and romance me until I was believed to be the High Queen? Would Hogwarts once again spirit me away under it’s breath, showing me what great power I held under the layers of skin and muscles and bones. Or would another journey claim me today? What words would influence me for the next few months? What magic spells would I recite under my breath while I sleepwalked through my days, hoping and wishing and praying for an opportunity to go back to my fantasy land. My escape. Closing my eyes, I reached out, impulsive, random. The book I pull out, old, leather-bound, smelling of old yellow pages, is what I accept as my next adventure.
Sydney
a place you go to read it feels quiet and sacred, special a little bit like a church.
you have to respect a library and the things in it
go there when you need to think and just be…..
love the old section smells
Emma
One I went to a library. The attendant behind the counter has a nice smile. The atmosphere was altogether welcoming. I don’t go to libraries often. But I felt immediately at home. I guess it just goes to show that book people are nice people. Mostly.
Natasha
i used to study in the library all the time. but i guess it wasn’t the optimal studying facility because i rarely go there any more. i like stuying in a coffee shop, but man i have no self control when it comes to offee. I’ve spent $1200 this year at just one shop. JUST ONE. so yeah.
I don’t really like going to the library. Not at Uni anyway, all of the nice old books are locked away and therefore you have no ability to browse through them. This sucks, to say the least. I love old books, the way they feel, smell, look. Crinkly pages, that need care taken of them.
EmilyStar
I went to the library because it was peaceful there. And clean. My mother is a hoarder. Our house is dark because our lightbulbs haven’t been changed in ten years. We can’t get to them … there is too much stuff in the way. So yes, I spend time at the library.
ariel4thou
Die Bibliothek war ein Raum, in dem alles-alles-alles mit Büchern gefüllt war. In den Treppenstufen waren Romane eingestapelt. Die Fensterrahmen waren gleichzeitig Regale voller Enzyklopädien. Die Lampen leuchteten in transparenten Plastikhalterungen, die Anleitungen für Bastelarbeiten enthielten.
A library is full of little big bangs
Or, if you prefer,
creations of little gods.
Authors.
We know the beginning,
but look anxiously for the end,
searching, contemplating,
curiously, childishly.
A place where books go to live out their days. Thumbed over, dog-eared pages. Walls and walls lined with stories to escape in, new worlds to explore. A haven. A heaven. A place to go where all is quiet and nothing can distract you from your escape. It is all you, it is only you. You and the words. The words that can save you and take you away from where you are, forward to a better place. A new place. A real place.
Clare
i sit here in tgis librabry and soak up the surroding words that are imbeded inside these books.
Kiley Chapman
Tentatively, with mud trailing on my boots, slipped into the old wooden door. The floorboards creaked with every step, and the dust of the room immediately made me gag, but despite that, I smiled so very broadly. It was one of the few places in the world where I felt like me, surrounded by hundreds ready to pull me in to have a nice long chat about politics, science or just a great tale. It was a library. The pains of the day dispersed and my hand flickered from book to book lazily. The ‘homes’ i weaved my way in and out of could not compare to the warmth of a library. But suddenly, the back door swung open, and for some reason I slid behind the shelves. An old man, both ageless and elderly went behind the desk.
Julie
A library is my haven
Anywhere In the world in any
Language. As long as I inhale books,
I am home.
Robin
books, quite, colorless, small room, big shelves
Emily
It is the quietest place ever. Full of knowledge and wisdom and some stupidity. College kids are studying. Colorful. Lots of information all over the place. Storiesand tales and saddness and happiness
erika wiley
There were seven floors within the library. The highest floor was sealed off. So was the bottom floor. Everything else was accessible to the general public. The general public, however, didn’t dare to go in.
It wasn’t that the place was haunted or that religious zealots condemned it. There was just something about the library that was intimidating. The knowledge that was presumably stored within every spot from its gray matter to its bowels was something that could not be compared to typical intelligence.
Belinda Roddie
Oh! the library. What a great place to go and absorb peace and quiet and knowledge. Love libraries. Will the stay or will they go?
Helen Thistlethwaite
I want to go to the library. Get some books. Read these books. Find a cute boy. Ride off into the sunset, but not before I finish Pride and Prejudice! What a great place. Library.
I love sitting on the 3rd floor of the UMass Amherst library because it is the easiest place for me to get my work done. I can stare out the window and have a nice view but not have to worry about anyone barging into the room or wanting to take a nap on my bed. I could get essays at a time done without any distractions.
I went to the library to learn
but all I accomplished was falling in love
with the smell, touch, words
kept on display
from millions of ,minds through
thousands of years
i have to reaD about exams and also i can borrow some books i need ..quiet and peace and homework! many people studing! laptops! many books!bags!chairs!
dina
A wonderful place to learn all about the world and the stuff in it. Quiet, dusty, smells good. Books are the way to a persons soul. There is nothing like holding a book in your hand and turning pages. A library is where you can find yourself or lose yourself.
Tracey
When I found out I was moving to Vienna I guickly googled places that I would need to check out. Of course I found tons — the Stephensdom, the Prater, the Staatoper, etc etc etc. Yet it was the library I wanted to see the most. I tried to go once but I accidentally walked in the wrong building. I still haven’t gone. I don’t know why that is.
casey
the bes place to sleep and learn that was my college library and if i had pay more attention in my years there i would have noticed her sooner
I would like to think that library is my sacred place, but actually I’m just looking for something that’s just mine, my thing, my favourite thing that I’m really good at – reading. The real truth is I suck at it recently. I pick up a book, start to read, but never finish.
Libraries are calm, quiet places. I love libraries. I wish I could go to the public library, but my parents never have time to take me, and I’ve got two more years until I get my permit. I also need a library card. :/
I looked up at the walls of the great library around me and spun in a full circle, just to take it all in. In front of me now was a freaking lot of books. Books. Books. Books. Oh, and did I mention the books?
I would love to one day make out the the bookcases of a library. It would be just like in the scenes of a movie! I would love for my life to have a couple scenes from the most romantic movies. I love movies. I should read more.
Yesterday, I went to the library to find a book about libraries around the world. While I was there, I went on the Internet and found all the information I needed about libraries. Interestly, i could have found this information at home!
Is a place where you study and just relax you’re mind & get away. It works for checking out books , movies and dvd’s. In the library you also get to use other machines such as computers for people who don’t have computers
i walk down michigan avenue
the city lights flashing in the best cheesy way possible
christmas decorations already up
we pass by a big, stone building,
one of the only ones not soaked in holly and fake ornaments
a library
filled with pretentious college students
standing on the corner.
i went to the library again. there he was, stocking the shelves like he did every sunday. i loved the way he was so careful like he actually cares about the dewy decimal system. he is so passionate about everything he does. he is passionate in the way he loves me.
I walked in to the library. I hate borrowing books, I can never seem to get them in on time but i have to for a project. I once borrowed a book and there was a booger inside, A booger!
The room was immense. Caverns of shelves aligned the walls. It was one of those places that had so many different crevices filled iwth books that you knew that you could spend endless amounts of time just exploring its depths. The most amazing part about it is the books–those objects that know all and see all, sitting in its motionless and timeless place forever.
Endless stories waiting for me. Monsters, villains, fairies, characters to fall in love with. People hidden among pages… love, death, life. Everything you need to know. Waiting for you in a book. The world that houses everything. Where would we be without it?
It stands looming above me. Once again exposing my thoughts of wanting to know everything. Although i know I’ll never know everything, I hope I can once discover why..
the dendrochronology of knowledge lies in the library
where you can fill your mind with tales
written and printed on the bark of giving trees
mastered in beauty
I love books!! And the library is one of the best places for someone like me! I was a lot of times in my childhood in the library and any time, I will have a one library in my big house!! With a lot of different books!
I stood in the library, perilously perplexed. As the ocean of books waved and waned in front of me, I wondered, where would I be taken next. Would the wide continent of Narnia sweep me off my feet and romance me until I swore I was the High Queen? Would Hogwarts once again spirit me away under it’s breath, showing me what great power I held under the layers of skin and muscles and bones. Or would another journey claim me today? What words would influence me for the next few months? What magic spells would I recite under my breath while I sleepwalked through my days, hoping and wishing and praying for an opportunity to go back to my fantasy-land. My escape. Closing my eyes, I reached out, impulsive, random. The book I pull out, old, leather-bound, smelling of old yellow pages, is what I accept as my next adventure.
i was wondering one day
can we at some point in our time, achieve the possibility of preserving someone’s brain ?
And maybe also transfer it’s knowledge to someone else’s.
But now i know , we already did this .
Maybe not in the way i imagined , but nevertheless we did it.
That’s what a library is
a crucible that gathers the knowledge of man kind and condenses it in a single place.
The walls are lined with my inner thoughts and insecurities. The library of my mind. The pages dusty, dry, and drab are memories of a better life.
I stood in the library, perilously perplexed. As the ocean of books waved and waned in front of me, I wondered, where would I be taken next. Would the wide continent of Narnia sweep me off my feet and romance me until I was believed to be the High Queen? Would Hogwarts once again spirit me away under it’s breath, showing me what great power I held under the layers of skin and muscles and bones. Or would another journey claim me today? What words would influence me for the next few months? What magic spells would I recite under my breath while I sleepwalked through my days, hoping and wishing and praying for an opportunity to go back to my fantasy land. My escape. Closing my eyes, I reached out, impulsive, random. The book I pull out, old, leather-bound, smelling of old yellow pages, is what I accept as my next adventure.
a place you go to read it feels quiet and sacred, special a little bit like a church.
you have to respect a library and the things in it
go there when you need to think and just be…..
love the old section smells
One I went to a library. The attendant behind the counter has a nice smile. The atmosphere was altogether welcoming. I don’t go to libraries often. But I felt immediately at home. I guess it just goes to show that book people are nice people. Mostly.
i used to study in the library all the time. but i guess it wasn’t the optimal studying facility because i rarely go there any more. i like stuying in a coffee shop, but man i have no self control when it comes to offee. I’ve spent $1200 this year at just one shop. JUST ONE. so yeah.
I don’t really like going to the library. Not at Uni anyway, all of the nice old books are locked away and therefore you have no ability to browse through them. This sucks, to say the least. I love old books, the way they feel, smell, look. Crinkly pages, that need care taken of them.
I went to the library because it was peaceful there. And clean. My mother is a hoarder. Our house is dark because our lightbulbs haven’t been changed in ten years. We can’t get to them … there is too much stuff in the way. So yes, I spend time at the library.
Die Bibliothek war ein Raum, in dem alles-alles-alles mit Büchern gefüllt war. In den Treppenstufen waren Romane eingestapelt. Die Fensterrahmen waren gleichzeitig Regale voller Enzyklopädien. Die Lampen leuchteten in transparenten Plastikhalterungen, die Anleitungen für Bastelarbeiten enthielten.
A library is full of little big bangs
Or, if you prefer,
creations of little gods.
Authors.
We know the beginning,
but look anxiously for the end,
searching, contemplating,
curiously, childishly.
A place where books go to live out their days. Thumbed over, dog-eared pages. Walls and walls lined with stories to escape in, new worlds to explore. A haven. A heaven. A place to go where all is quiet and nothing can distract you from your escape. It is all you, it is only you. You and the words. The words that can save you and take you away from where you are, forward to a better place. A new place. A real place.
i sit here in tgis librabry and soak up the surroding words that are imbeded inside these books.
Tentatively, with mud trailing on my boots, slipped into the old wooden door. The floorboards creaked with every step, and the dust of the room immediately made me gag, but despite that, I smiled so very broadly. It was one of the few places in the world where I felt like me, surrounded by hundreds ready to pull me in to have a nice long chat about politics, science or just a great tale. It was a library. The pains of the day dispersed and my hand flickered from book to book lazily. The ‘homes’ i weaved my way in and out of could not compare to the warmth of a library. But suddenly, the back door swung open, and for some reason I slid behind the shelves. An old man, both ageless and elderly went behind the desk.
A library is my haven
Anywhere In the world in any
Language. As long as I inhale books,
I am home.
books, quite, colorless, small room, big shelves
It is the quietest place ever. Full of knowledge and wisdom and some stupidity. College kids are studying. Colorful. Lots of information all over the place. Storiesand tales and saddness and happiness
There were seven floors within the library. The highest floor was sealed off. So was the bottom floor. Everything else was accessible to the general public. The general public, however, didn’t dare to go in.
It wasn’t that the place was haunted or that religious zealots condemned it. There was just something about the library that was intimidating. The knowledge that was presumably stored within every spot from its gray matter to its bowels was something that could not be compared to typical intelligence.
Oh! the library. What a great place to go and absorb peace and quiet and knowledge. Love libraries. Will the stay or will they go?
I want to go to the library. Get some books. Read these books. Find a cute boy. Ride off into the sunset, but not before I finish Pride and Prejudice! What a great place. Library.
I love sitting on the 3rd floor of the UMass Amherst library because it is the easiest place for me to get my work done. I can stare out the window and have a nice view but not have to worry about anyone barging into the room or wanting to take a nap on my bed. I could get essays at a time done without any distractions.
I went to the library to learn
but all I accomplished was falling in love
with the smell, touch, words
kept on display
from millions of ,minds through
thousands of years
i have to reaD about exams and also i can borrow some books i need ..quiet and peace and homework! many people studing! laptops! many books!bags!chairs!
A wonderful place to learn all about the world and the stuff in it. Quiet, dusty, smells good. Books are the way to a persons soul. There is nothing like holding a book in your hand and turning pages. A library is where you can find yourself or lose yourself.
When I found out I was moving to Vienna I guickly googled places that I would need to check out. Of course I found tons — the Stephensdom, the Prater, the Staatoper, etc etc etc. Yet it was the library I wanted to see the most. I tried to go once but I accidentally walked in the wrong building. I still haven’t gone. I don’t know why that is.
the bes place to sleep and learn that was my college library and if i had pay more attention in my years there i would have noticed her sooner