Mahony Books Quotes

#1. You can always fall, Savannah, because I will be the one catching you.

J.L.Drake

#2. I cannot overstate the power of libraries in my life.

Elizabeth Gilbert

#3. Imitation can be commercial suicide.

William Bernbach

#4. Internal protectionism in Europe would be deadly, really a disaster for European economies.

Jose Manuel Barroso

#5. At the toughest times I recalled how the children and the elderly looked at me with trustful eyes. Your faith has given me strength.

Viktor Yushchenko

#6. In the dark, with the windows lit and the rows of books glittering, the library is a closed space, a universe of self-serving rules that pretend to replace or translate those of the shapeless universe beyond.

Alberto Manguel

#7. I do not want horses or diamonds - I am happy in possessing you.

Clara Schumann

#8. In the world which we know, among the different and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of the several species, there exists not one, excepting that of the dog, that ever gave a thought to the presence of man.

Maurice Maeterlinck

#9. I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.

Fred Rogers

#10. All my favorite things start as bad ideas.

Julie Murphy

#11. You probably think of the orchestra as a heterogeneous mass of instruments
producing a confused agreeable mass
of sound. You do not listen for details because you have never trained your ears to listen to details.

Arnold Bennett

#12. Astrology and all these mystical things are generally signs of a weak mind; therefore as soon as they are becoming prominent in our minds, we should see a physician, take good food, and rest.

Swami Vivekananda

#13. You can come share a tasty meal of bread, raisins, and fresh cheese. With that, and The Count of Monte Cristo, anyone can live to a hundred.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#14. I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

Ernest Hemingway,

#15. Desperation's heated breath singed my neck, its jagged teeth prepared to devour my flesh. Poverty growled too, waiting its turn, famished yet patient, a beast that dined on the bones of men.

Eric Jerome Dickey