Do not discourage children from reading because you feel they are reading the wrong thing. Fiction you do not like is a route to other books you may prefer. And not everyone has the same taste as you.
 teachingliteracy:

(by Shutter&Glass)
What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able to attain.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet  (via affiniteseclectiques)

(Source: hellanne)

 revealing-the-magic-of-books:

June Book Photo Challenge: Day 6 - Reading Spot

revealing-the-magic-of-books:

June Book Photo Challenge: Day 6 - Reading Spot

josefegwaras:

Bookay-Ukay, Maginhawa Street, Quezon City.

 thomerama:

Lori Pensini

thomerama:

Lori Pensini

 teachingliteracy:

(by nastyarur)
The remarkable light of the summer evening together with the nocturnal emptiness of the bridge.
— Franz Kafka, from a diary entry  (via kafkaesque-world)
 
 
Nothing ever fatigues me, but doing what I do not like.
Jane Austen (via kari-shma)
 travelthisworld:

Prague, Czech Republic | by Ioana_Lungu
 books0977:

The Tale of Benjamin Bunny. Beatrix Potter. London and New York: Frederick Warne and Co., n.d. First edition, third printing (March 1905).
"One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank. He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony. A gig was coming along the road; it was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her best bonnet. As soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off—with a hop, skip, and a jump—to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. McGregor’s garden."

books0977:

The Tale of Benjamin Bunny. Beatrix Potter. London and New York: Frederick Warne and Co., n.d. First edition, third printing (March 1905).

"One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank. He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony. A gig was coming along the road; it was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her best bonnet. As soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off—with a hop, skip, and a jump—to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. McGregor’s garden."

Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening…Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
— Alice Walker (via redemption-songs)

(Source: kameelahwrites)

 teachingliteracy:

(by etsap)