She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.

Cornelia Funke
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Reading is not the way to happiness. Reading is not the way to happiness. Once you begin reading, it’s difficult to stop. You fill yourself up with new things and never think of anything else.

Perhaps this has something to do with the idea that it’s good to fill our heads with knowledge so we are always prepared for what life throws at us. This seems like a fine idea until you realize that you are missing out on so much life by reading. You are not connecting with people in real life by reading alone, you are losing touch with reality.

Source: Inkdeath

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