Top 500 Libba Bray Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week’s time.”

— Libba Bray

152. “Please, I’m a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don’t know how to defend myself?”

— Libba Bray

153. “People will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.”

— Libba Bray

154. “There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.”

— Libba Bray

155. “The face staring back at me isn’t beautiful but she isn’t something that would scare the horses, either.”

— Libba Bray

156. “Feast for the Fisherman, the ultimate emo band. Said to be sold with a complimentary prescription for antidepressants and a free flatiron.”

— Libba Bray

157. “Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.”

— Libba Bray

158. “Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.”

— Libba Bray

159. “Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.”

— Libba Bray

160. “When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.”

— Libba Bray

161. “I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I’d give the librarian a secret code word and he’d give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.”

— Libba Bray

162. “Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.”

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

164. “Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.”

— Libba Bray

165. “Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they’ve fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don’t know when or how the change took place.”

— Libba Bray

166. “They would place their hands together inside the circle so that they could walk in each other’s dreams. It forged a bond that could not be broken. The circle represents love in eternity. For there is no beginning and no end.”

— Libba Bray

167. “Little clue: wasted on me.” “What?” “I’m into girls.” “Oh. Oh!” Chu said. “Right. Got it. That’s cool. I’ve got a cousin who’s gay. Amy Liu. Know her?” Jennifer laughed. “Oh, sure. I’ll just look her up in the Big Book of Lesbians. We get a copy of that with the purchase of our first flannel shirt.”

— Libba Bray

168. “No one can live in the light all the time.”

— Libba Bray

169. “We are a country built by immigrants, dreams, daring, and opportunity. We are a country built by the horrors of slavery and genocide, the injustice of racism and exclusion. These realities exist side by side. It is our past and our present. The future is unwritten. This is a book about ghosts. For we live in a haunted house.”

— Libba Bray

170. “Stories were power. And whoever controlled the story controlled everything. A story could bring people together, or it could tear them apart. It could spread like a sickness, infecting people. It could lead them into battle or shake them into seeing what they had refused to see before.”

— Libba Bray

171. “Tell him I went to the lavatory,” Evie said with a roll of her eyes. “Men are pos-i-tute-ly paralyzed by the mention of females in lavatories.”

— Libba Bray

172. “Pastoralia by George Saunders. Possibly my favorite book. Its one of the weirdest books Ive ever read. If Monty Python and Thomas Pynchon had a love child, and it was raised by Frank Zappa on a weird commune, that would be this book.”

— Libba Bray

173. “People see what they want to see when they need to.”

— Libba Bray

174. “There is a dualism inherent in democracy – opposing forces pushing against each other, always. Culture clashes. Different belief systems. All coming together to create this country. But this balance takes a great deal of energy.”

— Libba Bray

175. “The gasps catch from girl to girl like a brush fire.”

— Libba Bray

176. “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?’”

— Libba Bray

177. “Sometimes when the wind blows through the leaves, it sounds like your name. It’s like a sigh then. The most beautiful sound I ever heard. A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer – Gem-ma, Gem-ma – and then the leaves trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.”

— Libba Bray

178. “Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.”

— Libba Bray

179. “I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.”

— Libba Bray

180. “Just because you’re funny doesn’t mean you get to be cruel.”

— Libba Bray

181. “Truth casts a spell of its own.”

— Libba Bray

182. “And for a moment, I understand that I have friends on this lonely path; that sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.”

— Libba Bray

183. “You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper.”

— Libba Bray

184. “Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.”

— Libba Bray

185. “And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.”

— Libba Bray

186. “We’ve barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark...”

— Libba Bray

187. “Sheep. I’m stuck in a boarding school filled with sheep.”

— Libba Bray

188. “Its so daunting to walk into a classroom or a school auditorium. Its like the worlds weirdest blind date. I know all the students are thinking, Who is this tool standing up in front of us?”

— Libba Bray

189. “Im a techno moron. I need help just to plug in my video camera.”

— Libba Bray

190. “I had a friend who said, “You don’t have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist.””

— Libba Bray

191. “I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.”

— Libba Bray

192. “Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won’t have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.”

— Libba Bray

193. “I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow.”

— Libba Bray

194. “Miss Teen Dreamers. It is time to get ahold of ourselves. Miss Alabama, I did not mean that literally. That is gross. Stop it.” Taylor.”

— Libba Bray

195. “People want to be safe, not free.”

— Libba Bray

196. “He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.”

— Libba Bray

197. “Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet ‘D’ upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.”

— Libba Bray

198. “Prepared to fly, even if she has to loose her legs to do it.”

— Libba Bray

199. “It’s as if I’ve inherited a skin I cannot quite fit, and so I walk about constantly pulling and and tugging, pinning and pruning, trying desperately to fill it out, hoping that no one will look at me struggling and say, ‘That one there- she’s a fraud, Look how she doesn’t fit at all.”

— Libba Bray

200. “If this were a movie, I would bust a secret move so fierce the entire place would be razed to the ground. I’d finish with something snappy like “And don’t forget my soda, punk” while I strolled off into the night.”

— Libba Bray