bookshelf

April 11th, 2011 | 630 Entries

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630 Entries for “bookshelf”

  1. it holds such knowledge that we take for granted when we have internet access at our tips. true meaning of literature

    by Price Ryder on 04.11.2011
  2. A bookshelf is my personal heaven. This shelf contains everything that I love. Rows of books lined up according to one’s personal choice. It could be alphabetized, color coded, or matched by size. The books alone are amazing.

  3. You’ve been my oldest friend, tall and looming from the corners of my room. You hold my greatest treasures and my earliest memories. You carry my every adventure from this cold reality to the sweetest of my escapes.

  4. I wish I could have a bigger bookshelf, mine is too small. The amount of books that I would like to own could fill a library but I would have to have a sturdy and solid bookshelf that could fill the whole wall in a room in my house. I would prefer to have an dark stained and almost antique type bookshelf that would make it seem like I had a great wealth of knowledge.

    by dl on 04.11.2011
  5. My bookshelf doesn’t just hold books. It holds the memories of all the things that were happening in my life, as I read (and sometimes re-read) all the books contained there. There are also books I have yet to read, a sadly growing stack. What memories will come as I finally conquer these mysterious tomes? Perhaps you will add books to my shelf, and stories that will linger behind them.

  6. He decided to not be friends after looking through her bookshelf. Pictures, orniments and flowers broke up the emptiness of the shelves. On a shelf at waist height He found some books, falling in every direction between two loosly placed bookends. Thier covers were rolled outward, their spines creased lines breaking down drawing lines through the titles and author. He picked one up Gremain Greer, putting it down he saw that they were all her. He turned the family portrait to look down on the books and left, drunk, to drive home

  7. a means to communicate what you find interesting…a public display then of things I haven’t yet read or thought about…always forget whether this is one word or two words (obviously one)…a piece of furitniture I would forget to buy…

    by jessica on 04.11.2011
  8. I read the books along it like the years of my life. They are all there, ready for me to revisit, flipping through pages smudged with dirt and crinkly with rain. More sentimental than the half-filled photo albums stacked on the very last shelf.

  9. library full of stories waiting to be read
    stories telling truths and lies
    telling history and futures
    fiction and fantasy
    false reality and reality
    hurtful and begruding
    painful and emotional
    a rollercoaster ride taking you into someones world
    a movie in your mind
    a time of peace and calm
    the real world is gone

    by alexis on 04.11.2011
  10. my mom’s house is full of bookshelfs. I always know I’m home when I see them piled full of books. they can hold up to about three layers of books! the house just feels empty with out the millions of books.

    by Maddy on 04.11.2011
  11. I have never owned a normal, standard bookshelf. I have plenty of books, I have plenty of shelves but I have never had a real bookshelf. When I used to play Sims, I’d buy them bookshelves to make them smarter so they’d make a bigger salary and I could buy them more stuff. I love to read. Especially Harry

    by Isabel on 04.11.2011
  12. one day, when i have a huge library in my home, i will need many of these. they will hold some of my favorite adventures in them.

  13. On top of the bookshelf was the cat. I watched him. Sure, sooner or later he would have to come down, then he would pay for what he did to my mini-wheats. Oh yes, he would pay.

    And furthermore, did you know if you screw up on your name and email you get a whole other minute? Zowie, Sam!

    by ted on 04.11.2011
  14. a guide to the world that displays miles of thought within a small distance. Experiencing life with the left to right movement of your eyes. A birthplace and a coffin for the written word
    .

    by Danny on 04.11.2011
  15. I don’t have a bookshelf. Shocking right? I’ve never needed one. I’ve either stacked books haphazardly on my floors or on desks or whatever. Another reason is that I was never a big reader. I always got tired of reading and wanted to watch a movie or go out or something else. Since I’ve been doing this whole “leave law school to write for money” type thing, I’ve read more and more and more daily. Still don’t have enough books to fill up a bookshelf, so I can wait. But I fully intend to get one that’s badass.

  16. Aimlessly, she wandered through the old library. She ran her fingers across ancient bindings, squinting curiously at the strange names and titles, trying to understand their underlying meanings. She took in the smell of dust and old paper, and smiled. This was home. This was where she belonged.

  17. i love my books. i want more. i actually need a bigger bookshelf. i need a lot of things. like my blinker fixed. i need money. and a job. i need to get out of this house. i’ll never have enough money though. it sucks. i hope i’m doing this right. i don’t think i am though. anyway, i just got two new books with my birthday money. i already started one.

    by Amanda Vitek on 04.11.2011
  18. I look at my bookshelf. It has all the books I want to read. Which one is the one that I care for? It sits in the corner beside my bed with the white sheets. It doesn’t match, but that’s okay. I never read enough. I don’t have time. But I like looking at the books on my bookshelf. It’s important to learn. Reading is good. I wish I had a smaller bookshelf.

    by Katie on 04.11.2011
  19. there was a bookshelf in the corner of my childhood home. There was a bookshelf and I remember it held so much. There was a bookshelf that I cared for when I was a child. There was a bookshelf which sat and watched what happened in that room. That lone room. That lone bookshelf. Which held many things. Which was a good book shelf

    by Brit on 04.11.2011
  20. The man stared at the bookshelf longingly, endlessly. Why can’t I create works of art like that! he wondered. He knew that writing was a passion, but what to do with himself… of that he knew nothing.

    by Aspen on 04.11.2011
  21. the bookshelf was full, though it didn’t exist. this rendered it meaningless, and all attempts to comprehend it as a concept, were vain and insignificant.

    somehow, it came to encompass all existence.

    by Abiel on 04.11.2011
  22. My dad is supposed to build me a bookshelf because I ran out of space for all the books on top of my desk. i love books. I have so many. Books are so much more interesting than my actual life. I used to put myself into the book I was reading, like actually make myself into a character that would fit that story.

    by Samantha Velazquez on 04.11.2011
  23. i filled my bookshelf with nothings lots and lots of nothings , i never looked at it. and i never got anything from it. funny how when you put lots of nothing somewhere you get nothing everywhere

    by ME on 04.11.2011
  24. Andrew loves built in bookshelves. When we get our places together, we have to have plenty of bookshelves because he has so many books. A nice old house with built-in wall bookshelves would be really fun and classy to have. But if not, we can invest in some decent, sturdy bookshelves. Myself, I don’t have that many books.

    by Damien Ledoux on 04.11.2011
  25. Tall, very full but never near full enough. Wish it could be endless, a never-ending supply to always remain in my field of interest. If I had room and time, I’d use it everyday. Wishes were wings, beggars would fly.

    by Mikkey on 04.11.2011
  26. There was a blue bookshelf. On the blue bookshelf was a blue book. In the blue book was a sad story. Next to the sad story was a sad picture. Upside down the sad picture looked like an upside down sad picture.

    by josh on 04.11.2011
  27. This place is infinite.
    On it I can give and take
    I can hide and seek
    learning over and over again

    That I have it all and know
    nothing.

  28. bookshelf full with sci fi and manga and books i haven’t read yet, doubled up because i need that space the great thing about a book shelf is it doesn’t matter what it’s made of, but rather what’s on it, someday i will have a bookshelf made of bricks and boards, with books doubled up, and squished together, and squashed, bursting with words

  29. There’s not much on it. 82 books. That’s nothing compared to what I have planned for my bookshelf. I have seen the shelves in the libraries and I know that this is what I will someday have in my home. Thousands upon thousands of books. It will be like that scene from Beauty and the Beast. I can only hope that my house will be big enough to have the kind of library.

    by Cecilia on 04.11.2011
  30. “No, I don’t think it’s even,” Mrs. Solomon studied the bookshelf’s placement with a critical eye. “Which way does it need to go? To the left or right?” Sonny of Sonny and Sons Movers asked. “Oh no, dear,” she replied as she withdrew her magic wand from her robe and waved it in an intricate rune. “You really must stop thinking in only two dimensions,” she continued as the bookshelf neatly slid up the wall and hung suspended in the center. “It’s perfectly fine from right to left. It wasn’t even top to bottom.”

    by Izolda on 04.11.2011
  31. i have so many damn books. it’s kind of disgusting. i’m missing a lot of them though, my books i mean. i don’t know where they are, and i really have a lot of anxiety about misplacing them. they’re kind of like my friends. that’s pathetic isn’t it? books aren’t really friends… but i have good memories with them, they keep me, company and keep me occupied. i love them.

    by mallory on 04.11.2011
  32. I have the history of my thoughts and my dreams and my desires and my pain and my disappointments and my laughs and my tears catalogued on my bookshelves. when sid carton lives forever, i live forever with him

    by dyne on 04.11.2011
  33. I have upon my bookshelf many mysteries galore, for all the words I love to explore there is but one series I adore, The Divine Comedy to make me laugh, weep, and rejoice. For that is the reason behind my voice.

  34. honestly, it’s just a piece of furniture. it just gets looked at once and a while. is unorganized because i can’t get the effort to try and organize it. but i love my book shelf. it truly makes me happy.

  35. I wish there was another way to show you my bookshelf — it holds memories beyond what I can remember.

    But what is a memory? Another life I have lived, another moment in time which has been immortalized in words? I’m only hoping now that I can keep on going,

    Waiting for another life to haapen, waiting for another moment in time where we can keep on belonging;

    All we are are the words our authors give us, so give me a word and I’ll make this moment last forever.

  36. Books, books, and more books comes to mind when I think of a bookshelf. However, I want loads of loads of bookshelves in my life. I want them as a reminder of everything that I’ve read and everything that I’ve experienced in my brain as a result of the use of my imagination because of what others have written down in a great moment of creation.

  37. Just looking at it gives me a thrill. you’re probably laughing at me. I mean, it’s a book shelf. but all of the possibilities and the adventures and emotions each book can bring. and i have the opportunity to finally control what I bring upon me.

  38. stores all the books that people like to read. even ones that they don’t enjoy maybe to show a certain status or what they know and want people to know. many people can have books from their childhood that they find important or need remembering of. other objects on the book shelf could indicate that the person likes things to look nice and display other objects.

    by erika on 04.11.2011
  39. on the bookshelf sat a book. it has sat there for years, decades waiting to be read. but the owner was tooo busy, too bsuy wiht her own social life to take time to sit down, and open the uncreased cover and discover the beauty that was inside. the book sat fogotten until one day. long after the socialite was gone that it was found.

    by char on 04.11.2011
  40. Dark, long, wooden. darkened by the long conversations of men smoking cigarettes. talking of women they could never have, of women far too pretty, tall and kind.

    by shell on 04.11.2011