The Bookshop Of The Broken Hearted Quotes

Books had been her solace when she was sad, her friends when she was lonely. They had mended her heart when it was broken, and encouraged her to hope when she was down.

She knew now that everyone had heartbreak in their life at some point. What had happened didn't make her special or unusual. It was part of being human. A broken heart was, after all, the source material of myriad books. Some of those books had become her comfort, and had made her realize she was not alone.

Hannah enjoyed watching as he read; she barely cared what it was she'd given him. Or maybe that wasn't true. She did care. But the way he held a book in his hands, and the frown of concentration on his brow, kindled love in her heart. She wanteed to stroke him as he read. The altering expressions on his face were like cloud shadows passing over a landscape.

Given that the bookstore was a bit of a secret, it didn't look like much from the outside. Just a door with a knob that always seemed on the verge of falling off. And yet there was a certain sort of magic once you stepped inside. It was the feel of candlelight at twilight, paper dust caught in the air, and rows and rows of unusual books on crooked shelves.

Some people buried their fears in food, she knew, and some in booze, and some in planning elaborate engagements and weddings and other life events that took up every spare moment of their time in case unpleasant thoughts intruded. But for Nina, whenever reality, or the grimmer side of reality, threatened to invade, she always turned to a book. Books had been her solace when she was sad, her friends when she was lonely. They had mended her heart when it was broken, and encouraged her to hope when she was down. Yet much as she disputed the fact, it was time to admit that books were not real life.

Some people buried their fears in food, she knew, and some in booze, and some in planning elaborate engagements and weddings and other life events that took up every spare moment of their time in case unpleasant thoughts intruded. But for Nina, whenever reality, or the grimmer side of reality, threatened to invade, she always turned to a book. Books had been her solace when she was sad, her friends when she was lonely. They had mended her heart when it was broken, and encouraged her to hope when she was down.

whenever reality, or the grimmer side of reality, threatened to invade, she always turned to a book. Books had been her solace when she was sad, her friends when she was lonely. They had mended her heart when it was broken, and encouraged her to hope when she was down.

Hannah was full of admiration for Tom's knowledge...He'd come to understand, though, that it wasn't really flattery; instead it was a sort of delight that was roused in Hannah for anything she didn't know; anything new to her. She could never come to the end of all that pleased her.

On the right, the highway paddock, where Stubby and Jo (horses) lived in what amounted to a boutique hospice, since both were dyingat a lazy pace from being to old to go on living.

Whenever the bell to the bookshop rang, she couldn't help but hope. She knew some people would think this made her foolish, but it was TREMENDOUSLY HARD TO FALL OUT OF LOVE WITH SOMEONE when you have no one else to love (61)

Whenever the bell to the bookshop rang, she couldn't help but hope. She knew some people would think this made her foolish, but it was tremendously hard to fully fall out of love with someone when you have no one else to love instead."

Each book, to Eilam Babel, held its place in the worldwide narrative, a single story told by thousands of voices. He had favorites - Moses Mendelssohn, Tolstoy, Aristotle - but he never spoke of them as giants among the less accomplished, rather as leaders.

He was a man who approved of happy endings. In life itself, you didn't get the chance to choose an ending; but of a writer could give Bob Cratchit a Merry Christmas, then that's what the writer should do.