A series of books, dilapidated and faded, sit bundled together. Most of the bindings are separating from the yellowed pages, but each is at home in its battered state. Their wrinkled pages and discolored skin tell not of old age, but of a good life. These books, unlike so many others, were not just read, but revisited, loved, and experienced. Kelseyleigh Reber
Some Similar Quotes
  1. A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you. - Elbert Hubbard
  2. When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable. - Jess C. Scott
  3. I think if I've learned anything about friendship, it's to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don't walk away, don't be distracted, don't be too busy or tired, don't take them for granted. Friends are part of the... - Jon Katz
  4. How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends... - Shel Silverstein
  5. The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. - Friedrich Nietzsche
More Quotes By Kelseyleigh Reber
  1. That is life, isn’t it? Fate. Luck. Chance. A long series of what-if’s that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you...
  2. But circumstances change. Small causes lead to large effects. New paths are added. And all anyone can do .. . is choose.
  3. I can see her struggling to find the right word. Death seems so harsh. Passing so oblique. Some things are beyond words, I suppose, and she never finishes the statement. It seems right, that her words should fall into oblivion; after all, she–like me, like...
  4. And it seemed as though for a moment, the world encapsulated them in a giant sigh. As if the world was exhausted by humanity–by the bellows of war and bullets, of hateful cries and grieving tears. Of all the pain, the endless pain humanity had...
  5. My emotions are invisible, untouchable–invincible even–and their power far outweighs my own. And so it seems unfair that for all the little I can do to them, they can do so much to me.
Related Topics