Top 77 Shelves Quotes

I was in my mid-teens when someone gave me a copy of ‘Pears Encyclopaedia of Myth and Legends’ as a birthday present. It sat on my shelves for many months before I looked at it. When I did, I couldn’t stop reading it.

These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.

I am a member of the London Library, and on almost every single job I do, there is some benefit to be had in going there and pulling two or three books off the shelves.

The album is never finished until it’s on the shelves!

What I do is provide a quality product with a quality taste, that’s sustainable, and present it with a proper price structure so when people see it on the shelves, they will want to try it.

The itinerary of most antiquities from their source – tomb, temple, quarry – to the shelves of museums or private collectors is murky and often purposely concealed.

Digital texts are all well and good, but books on shelves are a presence in your life. As such, they become a part of your day-to-day existence, reminding you, chastising you, calling to you. Plus, book collecting is, hands down, the greatest pastime in the world.

There were offers from a few Bollywood filmmakers, but I was sceptical as to whether those films will do justice to my vision or even my life. I was also apprehensive because what if I sign an agreement and give the rights to some filmmaker, and he shelves the project?

Most of the oceans in the Solar System are deep beneath ice shelves.

When it comes to salt, what was really staggering to me is that the industry itself is totally hooked on salt. It is this miracle ingredient that solves all of their problems. There is the flavor burst to the salt itself, but it also serves as a preservative, so foods can stay on the shelves for months.

When I interviewed Paul Bremer in his office, he had almost no books on his shelves. He had a couple of management books, like ‘Leadership’ by Rudolph Giuliani. I didn’t take it as an encouraging sign.

While I’ve never asked my publisher to pull one of my books off the shelves, I have deleted tweets or blog posts that have drawn criticism.

I do like having books on my shelves. I do value that life.

I started working myself from about 14, really, so I wasn’t a burden on my family. I did a paper round and a milk round. When I was 15 or 16, I worked in a supermarket on Saturdays stacking shelves, and then every summer I temped, right through university until my working days started.

The more books there are on shelves, the more will be sold. Once you get to the level of The Secret and have 40-100 copies in many stores, managers have almost no choice but to put them in prime real estate like front-of-store, end caps, or front window.

Eight was about the age I was when I realized that people actually produced books, they didn’t just spring out of the library shelves.

I long ago ran out of bookshelf space and so, like a museum with its art, simply rotate my books from the boxes to the shelves and back again.

The society of dead authors has this advantage over that of the living: they never flatter us to our faces, nor slander us behind our backs, nor intrude upon our privacy, nor quit their shelves until we take them down.

I like shelves full of books in a library, but if all books become electronic, the task of big research libraries remains the same – keep what’s published in the form in which it appeared.

This new understanding of processes on Europa would not have been possible without the foundation of the last 20 years of observations over Earth’s ice sheets and floating ice shelves.

Pepys was such a meticulous person that he had little wooden blocks to make all the books on his shelves the same height.

I work in a small study on the top floor of a brownstone in Brooklyn – it’s about 75 square feet, 11 taken up by book shelves along one wall.

Being tall is very good for reaching high shelves and seeing in a crowd. Sadly, it has also given me the inability to dance. There’s too much of me to look neat, which is most disappointing.

Early in my publishing career, someone told me I’d need to have five books in print before I could quit my job as a journalist. Turns out it was closer to 10 books. It also turns out that while it’s great to see my titles on bookstore shelves, my best customers are schools and libraries.

On the whole, books are indeed less finite than ourselves. Even the worst among them outlast their authors – mainly because they occupy a smaller amount of physical space than those who penned them. Often they sit on the shelves absorbing dust long after the writer himself has turned into a handful of dust.

Six-hundred-page biographies of German theologians aren’t known to fly off the shelves.

It’s a nonsense because, as we all know, there are brilliant 15-year-old readers and hopeless 50-year-old readers. All that categorisation is a matter of bookshop shelves rather than literary categories, I think.

Our shelves are groaning with the amount of cookbooks, it’s scary.

I buy books, I have shelves of books. I love to read.

I’m a writer who stacks cat food for a living. It’s true: I have a master’s degree in creative writing, I’ve published two critically successful books, and I get paid to replenish the shelves of my local food co-op with pet food, sponges and toilet paper. Nine days out of 10, I do it quite happily.

Men there have been who have done the essayist’s part so well as to have earned an immortality in the doing; but we have had not many of them, and they make but a poor figure on our shelves. It is a pity that things should be thus with us, for a good essayist is the pleasantest companion imaginable.

I don’t like to write about things that bore me, and that means I steer far clear of writing books that are just like what’s on the shelves.

My urge at Christmas time or Hanukkah-time or Kwanzaa-time is that people go to bookstores: that they walk around bookstores and look at the shelves. Go to look for authors that they’ve loved in the past and see what else those authors have written.

Decorators never quite saw the point of massing books. Books brought colour to a room and filled it up, but shelves bearing just one thing struck them as a decorative display opportunity tragically lost.

I have a fondness for historical fiction, something wondrous like ‘Wolf Hall,’ but I’ll read most anything as long as the story grabs my mind or my heart, and preferably both. You would be hard pressed, however, to find science fiction on my shelves.

As with products on supermarket shelves, the public has a right to know where their financial products and services come from.

One of the saddest things about publishing is how quickly it ages what it touches. The frenzy involved in getting books on shelves, and in putting the word out that they’re there, moves at a speed that is not the speed of writing, let alone of reading.

I may be the only shark who hasn’t been on QVC, but I have learned a lot from those folks about what it takes to get a product on store shelves.

My first taste memory is pickle. Even as a kid, I was really weird. I liked chillis. I used to climb up the shelves in my grandmother’s pantry. The pickle jar was kept right at the top. One time, I dropped the jar and it broke. I was totally busted.

If you look through the shelves of science books, you’ll find row after row of books written by men. This can be terribly off-putting for women.

I imagine I’m a very unusual guy to date. You know, I’ve got toys on the shelves, and I’ve got the cars.

You’ve got all these books on self help, getting to know yourself, doing the right thing, eating the so-called right foods, even down to what books you have on your shelves. People are encouraged to look to themselves first as opposed to being a part of society.

My grandmother was a psychiatrist and had shelves full of medical books – I was constantly sneaking looks at some of those. I was fascinated by the descriptions of illnesses and diseases.

Indeed, every book on my shelves is a key to a little vault of memories.

The only thing I have done religiously in my life is keep a journal. I have hundreds of them, filled with feathers, flowers, photographs, and words – without locks, open on my shelves.

All this stuff doesn’t happen to you for your own sake. It doesn’t happen to you so you can fill your shelves with trophies or line your pockets with cash; it happens so you can have a positive influence and encourage other people.

The old fiction room at my high school was a small box of wonders, and no matter how long I spent investigating its seven and a half overstuffed shelves, I never stopped discovering treasures.

I am something of an aficionado of thrift stores. In my youth, I regularly searched their shelves for old books.

I was around nine when a babysitter snuck ‘Who’s Next’ onto the turntable. The parents were gone. The windows shook. The shelves were rattling. Rock & roll. That began an exploration into music that had soul, rebellion, aggression, affection.

In my house, there is an old Chinese cabinet full of little figurines on two shelves. They are for my daughter, to tell stories. We have told hours and hours or stories using these figures. There are all kinds of people, children and adults, and all kinds of animals – elephants, tigers, snakes.