Top 500 Libba Bray Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “This is how it is now. There is strength in acceptance, Ling. Your legs have been taken from you. But how you choose to live with that has not.”

— Libba Bray

352. “This is the first family dinner I ever had,” she said. “The first of many,” Evie promised.”

— Libba Bray

353. “Ohmigosh. No food at all.” Tiara sank down on the sand as if the full weight of their predicament had finally hit her. She blinked back tears. And then that megawatt smile that belonged on cereal boxes across the nation reappeared. “I am going to be so superskinny by pageant time!”

— Libba Bray

354. “Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It’s a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.”

— Libba Bray

355. “But isn’t that strange and wonderful unpredictability part of humanity? Aren’t all of our differences what already make us a great nation?”

— Libba Bray

356. “Even Evie believed in something, that something being Evie a lot of the time.”

— Libba Bray

357. “It was not a curse to fully inhabit your body.”

— Libba Bray

358. “I mean that she was complicated. Everybody is,” Ling said quietly. “Don’t erase her like that. She deserves better.”

— Libba Bray

359. “She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.”

— Libba Bray

360. “Does my new feminism make me look fat?”

— Libba Bray

361. “Alliteration. It’s when you repeat the same consonant in a phrase,” Memphis explained. “Huh. I was hoping it was something dirty.”

— Libba Bray

362. “I don’t trust her father than I can run full-steam in a corset.”

— Libba Bray

363. “You must work always to understand your own heart so that it cannot be used against you.”

— Libba Bray

364. “Sam grabbed one of Jericho’s Civil War soldier figurines and held it up to his mouth. “Oh, Jericho,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “Take me in your arms, you big he-man, you!”

— Libba Bray

365. “Nicole hated that she could never quite feel like she was just herself, just Nicole, but that she was somehow representing an entire race. That’s how they saw her, as a “they” and not a “she.”

— Libba Bray

366. “Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.”

— Libba Bray

367. “It’s over, her mind whispered. There’s still hope, her heart insisted.”

— Libba Bray

368. “Whatever is without question is most vulnerable.”

— Libba Bray

369. “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

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

— Libba Bray

371. “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

372. “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

373. “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?”

— Libba Bray

374. “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

375. “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

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

379. “Lord, cat. Announce yourself next time. I don’t have no nine lives.”

— Libba Bray

380. “Sam’s mother used to say that inside everyone was the chance to change the world. It sat like a seed eager to grow into greatness. The professor could have his ghosts. Ordinary people were capable of extraordinary bravery. That was the only magic Sam knew or trusted.”

— Libba Bray

381. “Now is the only thing you can count on, Sam. It’s all we really get,” she said quietly, and felt that it was the truest thing she’d ever said.”

— Libba Bray

382. “Kartik feels like a country I want to travel – vast, dangerous, and unknown.”

— Libba Bray

383. “In truth, it is the simplest act in the world. The trick works because you wish it to. You must remember the most important rule of and successful illusion; First the people must want to believe it.”

— Libba Bray

384. “But how did you fight an enemy who never fought fair? Didn’t you have to break the rules to win against the Devil?”

— Libba Bray

385. “Unspeakable nightmares surround the men now. They would scream if they could. It’s no use. The dream has them, and it will not relinquish its hold. Ever. Back in their beds on Mott Street. the men’s bodies go limp. But behind their closed lids, their eyes move frantically as, one by one, they are pulled deeper and deeper into a nightmare from which they will never, ever wake.”

— Libba Bray

386. “Why had this power come to me? I can scarcely govern myself. At times, I feel as if I could dance through the halls with happiness, and then, just as suddenly, my thoughts are dark and lost and frightening.”

— Libba Bray

387. “Here is the world before you. You have only to reach for it.”

— Libba Bray

388. “Perhaps it is only the light. Perhaps it is the power of the realms at work through me. Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if first we know were to look without flinching.”

— Libba Bray

389. “I know because I read.”

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390. “Sometimes Felicity is as much a mystery to me as the location of the Temple. She is spiteful and childish one minute, lively and spirited in the next; a girl kind enough to bring Ann home for Christmas and small enough to think Kartik her inferior.”

— Libba Bray

391. “The world is full of dead optimists.”

— Libba Bray

392. “With a satisfied groan, Sam leaned back against his chair, his hands on his protruding gut. “Ling. How would your mother feel about a Jewish son-in-law?”

— Libba Bray

393. “Soon I will take all you love and watch you burn. Sweet dreams, Object Reader.”

— Libba Bray

394. “Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?”

— Libba Bray

395. “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.”

— Libba Bray

396. “Did everyone from your little Hans Christian Andersen village look the same?”

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397. “It was hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.”

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398. “Adina appealed to the sky. “We asked for rescue and you sent us incompetent rockstar pirates with a broken ship and perfect abs?” “Thank you, God,” Petra said.”

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399. “Ain’t that a sight? With all the things we know and learn, we still ain’t touched the big mysteries – where we come from, where we go next, why we even her. And when something truly miraculous happens, we run and hide in our caves. We deny.”

— Libba Bray

400. “Come on, Father. Stop me. Tell me to behave, to go to hell, something, anything.”

— Libba Bray