Libba Bray Quotes

Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

Because there's nothing wrong with you... that can't be fixed.

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

But we can't go back. We can only go forward.

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

Write like it matters, and it will.

I've never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control. A place much like high school.

I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.

But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.

I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.

We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.

In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.

We're comfortable with women in certain roles but not comfortable with women expressing anger or fully accepting their power. The most daring question a woman can ask is, 'What do I want?'

Live life as if today is your last day living. :-)

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.

The best day of my life happened when I was five and almost died at Disney World. I'm sixteen now, so you can imagine that's left me with quite a few days of major suckage.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense-words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History

She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.

People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell

I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

No one can steal our dream.

This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.

Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed.” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.

There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.

Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we’ve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.” “He’s not dead; just very tired.

My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preachers Kids. Be afraid.

Wow, you're awesome and The universe loves a winner, so the universe must really love you!

Women who have power are always feared.

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

People see what they want to see when they need to.

There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another.

Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.

You couldn't be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.

And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.

War." Gorgon spits the word. "That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so.

One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

She shrieks above the din. "If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.

I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.

I've been poked and prodded in places I'd always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.

I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.

They have money and position and Ann has none.It's amazing how often you can be right as long as you have those two things working in your favor.

To each his own magic.

I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.