Some books shine in the bookstore windows as gold bars in a pile of bricks.
aphorism by Ramon Eder, translated by Dan Costinaş
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Books in a large university library system: 2,000,000. Books in an average large city library: 10,000. Average number of books in a chain bookstore: 30,000. Books in an average neighborhood branch library: 20,000.
quote by Anthony Burgess
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Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.
quote by Benjamin Britten
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Factory Windows Are Always Broken
Factory windows are always broken.
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
Somebody's always heaving cinders,
Playing ugly Yahoo tricks.
Factory windows are always broken.
Other windows are let alone.
No one throws through the chapel-window
The bitter, snarling, derisive stone.
Factory windows are always broken.
Something or other is going wrong.
Something is rotten--I think, in Denmark.
End of factory-window song.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Like Mother Like Daughter
When I was a child had dollies and teddies
I played tea party and bookstore,
And followed mum around the shopping centre with my dolly in her pram
I had my pretend credit cards and they were the coolest thing ever.
Now the dolly in her pram has turned in to a real child,
And my pretend credit cards are real
I don’t play tea party but make dinner every night
And a bookstore is a place where I buy text books and parenting books,
Not comics and novels
Soon again it will be time for tea parties and teddies,
And going shopping with dolly in tow
But now it is my little girl who has grand dreams of being just like her mum
Of having credit cards and a daughter of her own.
But for now as I watch her sleep I pray she does not repeat my mistakes
poem by Kayla Lines
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I can walk into a bookstore and hand over my credit card and they don't know who the hell I am. Maybe that says something about bookstore clerks.
quote by E.L. Doctorow
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Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.
quote by P.G. Wodehouse
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Wistfully Watching
They explore the world
through windows,
church windows,
school windows,
two up, two down windows,
castle windows,
large windows,
small windows.
They see it all,
from blameless to guilty,
from noble to treacherous,
through windows.
From skyscraper windows,
to basement flat windows,
from paupers windows,
and palace windows
they watch, absorb, suck it in.
Later when they have grown
they will remember,
try to empathise,
rationalise
decipher the coded metaphors,
but some day
they will be demoralised
by the windows of life.
There they sit __ wistfully watching __
the children
of our times.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Sometimes when I'm in a bookstore or library, I am overwhelmed by all the things that I do not know. Then I am seized by a powerful desire to read all the books, one by one.
quote by Arthur C. Clarke
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My Sky And Land
My land resides in this heart next to me,
Inside we see hearts of gold shining;
Your weapons are laid, these bars of gold
Shine further than the eye, these eyes.
My sky falls down and likes to descend,
Towering us in its brilliance, for the land.
My joy instils hated feelings of emotion
So that the land musters a stale smell.
poem by Naveed Akram
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House Without Windows
Pockris/tobias
Im gonna move into
A house without windows
So I wont see you walking by, walking by
With your new love
There in the darkness of
My house without windows
I will never see the stars that shine
Shine on you, and your new love
Id rather wonder through this endless night
Than to face the light of another lonely day
Knowing that you wont be there
There to share, these two arms ever again
Ill take all my broken dreams
And Ill take my broken heart
And from now on you will find me there
Crying there, trying to forget
In my house without windows
In my house without windows
And without love.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The most colorful section of a bookstore is the display of SF books, with art by people like Wayne Barlow, who is a terrific artist.
quote by Bruce Boxleitner
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Differentiate love
My love for you is built of passion
As the house is made of bricks.
A heap of passion is not love
As a pile of bricks is not a house.
Love is of lust;
Lust alone is not love.
20.08.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Ten Thousand Poems
it is like a brick
just some bricks
day by day
and day by day
i lay those bricks
some on the brink
of breaking days
day by day
but know what
i do not get tired
laying those bricks
as always i think
of building
our future
cathedral.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm totally into new age and self-help books. I used to work in a bookstore and that's the section they gave me, and I got way into it. I just loved the power of positive thinking, letting yourself go.
quote by Jason Mraz
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Hopscotch
Maya*, do you remember our boisterous childhood?
We were hopping over the marked squares.
At last you hopped over the horizon
leaving me alone in my dormitory.
I stuck in my room with the pile of books.
The gust rattled my tiny windows
and I am scared that my fragile heart will scatter
and blow away like a withered leaf.
I am already frustrated in the rat race
and this raw deal never allow me to jump
over the hurdle.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Feeling A Red Brick Wall With My Soft White Hands
red bricks
walls
thick walls
seeing these walls
of red bricks
feeling the hardness
of each
with my soft hands
close my eyes
feel that
i am inside you
a wall
no i don't scream
i moan
and then i am silent
so tired and
asleep
dreaming of windows
red doors
golden locks
platinum keys
wings on my shoulder
feathers of birds
blue skies red suns
blue moons
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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3 Chains O Gold
If I dont think about the fact that she left me
If I dont see the pearls fall from the sky
If I dont hear the accusations of blasphemy
If I dont feel the tears in my eyes
This is the best day of my life
U say ull call me and then and then u dont
Ill want 2 kiss u and then I wont
We both do nothing and call it love
Is this love?
Is this love?
This morning I wanted a cup of coffee
But I didnt have any cream
Last night I wanted some inspiration
But I didnt have any dreams
Coupled with the fact that u belong 2 another
Whose name is self-righteousness
So evil girl, if one of us has a date
With the undertaker, which one will it be?
U can cry 4 ever, but ull get no sympathy
This is the best day of my life
Ive got 3 chains o gold
And they will shine 4 ever
They are the nucleus of my soul
Melt down, no, they will never
Ive got 3 chains o gold
And they will shine 4 ever
They are the nucleus of my soul
Melt down, no, they will never
Give back the chains - if you dont you will die
Nothing should come between you and i
Ive got 3 chains o gold
And they will shine 4 ever
If one of us has 2 go
U will go before me
If one of us has 2 go (3 chains o gold)
U will go before me
(3 chains o gold)
U will go before me, baby (they will shine 4 ever)
Cuz I sho nuff say u will
(3 chains o gold)
(u will go before me)
(u will go before me)
(u will go before me)
(u will go before me)
Ive got 3 chains o gold
They gonna shine...
Forever, forever, forever
(3 chains o gold)
song performed by by Prince
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Piles Of Books
on the table
the books pile up
i am a reader
of its content
who feels that
there is no time
anymore
that time is a small
child
on the lap of the books
that look
like mothers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Great Pyramid at Giza
First, I can only think
Of the work, the strain, the backs, the bricks;
But the Egyptians had good medicine,
And it kept the workers going.
Khufu's memory was completely
Looted. Strabo himself called
Attention to it,
Prior to the Arab caliph's arrival.
Where is that gold now?
On your finger,
In your teeth?
And is gold always defiled, like it seems?
The curse of the mummies
Follows us as shadows,
For nations are also built with gold;
And the dust of gold with nations.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Books
books after being read
become nothing
but things
books unread
are treasures of gold
undiscovered
beneath your feet
books unshared
are thoughts unspoken.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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