Top 500 Libba Bray Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “We are nowhere, wanting to be somewhere, idling at the starting line of adulthood.”

— Libba Bray

302. “How do people stay in love, anyway? Is it a choice? Or is it like those plants we studied in biology that mutate into something new and totally different but are still part of the same plant family?”

— Libba Bray

303. “They wish, too, that they could warn them about the gray man in the stovepipe hat, about the King of Crows. For not all ghosts remember, and the citizens have need of warning.”

— Libba Bray

304. “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.”

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305. “It was funny how their odd little family of friends had changed him. Made him feel safe. Theta, Memphis, Henry, Jericho, Mabel, Ling, Isaiah, and especially Evie. They’d been there for him. Opened the parts of him he was afraid would be closed off forever. Why had he wasted so much time bottling up his feelings? What did that ever get anybody but dumb fights? He had friends. He had a home in them. And Evie was home, too.”

— Libba Bray

306. “You couldn’t be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.”

— Libba Bray

307. “But sons are a different matter to a man. More a duty than an indulgence.”

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308. “It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.”

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309. “She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.”

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310. “There is no meaning but what we assign. We create our own reality. I can live with that.”

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311. “Discord need not be an impediment. Differences can bring strength.”

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312. “Fashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun.”

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313. “My head kinda hurts,” Miss New Mexico said. Several of the girls gasped. Half of an airline serving tray was lodged in her forehead, forming a small blue canopy over her eyes. “What is it?” Miss New Mexico checked to make sure her bra straps weren’t showing. “N-nothing.” Miss Ohio managed an awkward smile.”

— Libba Bray

314. “She’s no beauty, mate.”

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315. “The steam trains crossed the country, the gleaming tracks clumsy sutures across wounded miles of stolen land.”

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316. “There is no greater power on this earth than story. People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense – words do.”

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317. “She would live every day fully. She was not the same girl she’d been nearly a year ago. She would never see things so blithely again. Even now, as Evie watched the parade and the people alight with pride and joy, she knew how easily that same crowd could become angry. The things that divided them. The things that brought them together, too. They couldn’t afford to become complacent.”

— Libba Bray

318. “Go on, darling,” she said, batting her lashes. “Tell them the rest.” “Riiiight,” Sam said, suppressing a smirk.”

— Libba Bray

319. “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.”

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320. “The citizens rise and wash, shave and brush. They don stockings and dresses, pants, shirts, and suspenders. They button up their need. Affix their aspirations. Tuck histories neatly inside drawers, creating themselves as they go, a rhapsody of reinvention.”

— Libba Bray

321. “Haven’t you been hurt?” Miss Lillian asked. Theta thought of Roy’s fists. Mrs. Bowers’s cold cruelty. Even the first wound of abandonment. “Yes.” “And here you still are. No. The question is this: Haven’t you been hurt enough?”

— Libba Bray

322. “I have met the devil, and her name is Cecily Temple.”

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323. “I’m from the health department. You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella’s got enough typhoid to start his own colony.”

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324. “Choices. That’s what made a man. Wasn’t it?”

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325. “Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.”

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326. “I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it’s strictly sherry.”

— Libba Bray

327. “I told myself it was the snow – she couldn’t possibly get to Philadelphia on the roads. I told myself a hundred lies. Children do that. It’s amazing the sorts of things you’ll make yourself believe.”

— Libba Bray

328. “Theta rolled over, facing Evie, their noses nearly touching. “Evil?” “Yes?” “I love you. Now, shut up and go to sleep.”

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329. “When you looked up to the sky and cried “Why?” sometimes the sky shrugged. Yet other times it answered with the warm assurance of linked hands. “Sorry,” it whispered on the wind. “Sorry for all the pain loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too.”

— Libba Bray

330. “Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.”

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331. “Just once, she’d like to be the exciting one, the girl somebody wanted.”

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332. “Felicity laughs and takes on the tone of a fashionable lady. “Darling, the Bryn-Joneses have just done the most marvelous thing in their parlor with human blood. We simply must have ours done straightaway!”

— Libba Bray

333. “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.”

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334. “Why was there so much silence between men?”

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335. “Grinning, he grabbed his fisherman’s cap and coat. “I love you,” he whispered quietly. “Ikh hob dikh lib.” He kissed Evie’s head. She rustled in her sleep, turning away. “Fine. I see how it is. I just wasted my best Yiddish on you,” Sam joked to himself.”

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336. “All things are possible.”

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337. “When did you become a cynic?” Sam asked. Evie smiled. “When I found out I was a little girl.”

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338. “When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.”

— Libba Bray

339. “Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala,” I say with an affected bow.”

— Libba Bray

340. “And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.”

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341. “Dude, this is a stoner conversation and we’re not even high.”

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342. “There’s no such thing as hideously ordinary. If something is hideous, it’s automatically extraordinary. In a hideous way.”

— Libba Bray

343. “When you looked up to the sky and cried ‘Why?’ sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.”

— Libba Bray

344. “Can we talk about the miracle that is the Small World ride? It’s like an acid trip drag show.”

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345. “When does belief become justification? When does right become rationale and crusade become crime?”

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346. “Memphis – it’s just a bird. Birds fly around, brother. It’s what they do. It’s not following you, and it’s not a sign. Unless you really did give it candy and flowers, in which case you are one strange brother.”

— Libba Bray

347. “But if you abandoned the idea that such a paradise awaited you, and believed that you would live this life over and over again, would you not live the life you had more thoughtfully?”

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348. “See, the trouble with Nietzsche, besides his being a real killjoy, is that he thinks like a spoiled seven-year-old who doesn’t want to share his sandbox toys – ” “Sam!”

— Libba Bray

349. “Because there’s nothing wrong with you... that can’t be fixed.”

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350. “Don’t tell anybody, but sometimes, I just don’t want to sparkle.”

— Libba Bray