Libba Bray Quotes

You've influenced the world not because you wanted to hug it and cuddle it and call it sweet thing, but because one day you wanted to beat the crap out of somebody but you didn't. You made a painting...

¿Estáis listas? ¿Empiezo? Había una vez cuatro chicas. Una era guapa. Otra era lista. Otra encantadora y la cuarta... [...] misteriosa. Pero estaban heridas. Había algo en ellas que les faltaba. Algo...

It stung, too, knowing that it was easier for his father to erase his only son's existence than it was for him to tolerate the disappointment of who his son really was.

A token of bathroom stoner etiquette.

Ain't that the way of the world, now? Good luck turns bad. Bad luck turns good. Just a big rolling craps game played between this world and the next, and we the dice getting tossed around.

All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

And falling for Sam Lloyd was the don’t-you-dare cherry on top of a worst-idea sundae.

And farther still, in the vast prairies mythologized in the American mind, a figure stood shadowed in the dark, biding his time, a scarecrow awaiting harvest.

And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall whe...

Aww, Sheba. So you’re working for Evie. Honestly, who isn’t working for himself in this meshuga world? Some people just hide it better than others.

But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?

But as soon as the thought enters my mind, another one swims in and eats the first one like a shark. Fuck that, it burps.

But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice....

But this time she’d done everything right and they were leaving her anyway. You couldn’t be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.

But why on earth? When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear,

But you've changed,' I whisper. 'Haven't you?' It is the scorpian's nature to sting. Just because he has no opportunity doesn't mean that he cannot.

Cash or check? he said cheekily. Even the dullest Ohio girls knew that bit of lingo: Kiss now or kiss later? Bank’s closed, pal.

Crepuscular

Dear, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.

Depressive, Evie said, testing the word on her tongue. I didn’t know there was a name for that feeling. Like there’s a rain cloud in your soul. She knew that feeling well. Sometimes she was the life o...