Top 500 Libba Bray Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “What place lay beyond the reach of evil?”

— Libba Bray

352. “Small acts of resistance matter!”

— Libba Bray

353. “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

354. “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.”

— Libba Bray

355. “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.”

— Libba Bray

356. “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

357. “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

358. “Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that?” Nicole asked. “You go on websites and some girl leaves a post and if it’s longer than three sentences or she’s expressing her thoughts about some topic, she usually ends with, ‘Sorry for the rant’ or ‘That may be dumb, but that’s what I think.”

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

360. “Besides, things you loved deeply could be lost in a second, and then there was no filling the hole left inside you.”

— Libba Bray

361. “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

362. “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

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

366. “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

367. “Simplifying people was a way of not having to think too much about them, to make them fit into your own story. People were inconvenient, though. Behind the idea of a person you constructed to suit yourself, the people you loved had their own stories- whole worlds going on inside- and you ignored them at your peril.”

— Libba Bray

368. “The Diviners must stand, or all shall fall.”

— Libba Bray

369. “Sam. Don’t make me kill you on a full stomach. I might get a cramp.”

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

374. “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

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

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

— Libba Bray

377. “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

378. “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

379. “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

380. “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

381. “You are working up to Mr. Fantastic Fiction levels of Zombie Expert, which is like playing Guitar Hero on some level that actually melts the guitar controller, burning your fingers with searing hot plastic till you scream in pain. Only with words. And zombies.”

— Libba Bray

382. “I am a lot of things, not all of them noble.”

— Libba Bray

383. “For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.”

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

— Libba Bray

385. “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

386. “Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.”

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387. “He loved her. Was in love with her. Had always loved her. And it seemed that she loved him, too. It was funny how the world could change on a dime like that. One minute, you were some poor chump pining after a girl you thought didn’t feel the same way about you, and the next, you were lying together, arms entwined, chest to chest, so close you could feel her heartbeat under her soft skin. You were looking into her eyes and seeing your whole future written there.”

— Libba Bray

388. “For the last time, I’m not a witch.” Miss Lillian smiled and patted Theta’s cheek. “Keep telling yourself that, dear.”

— Libba Bray

389. “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

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

393. “I’ve had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.”

— Libba Bray

394. “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

395. “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

396. “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

397. “When it is time for me to visit Brigid, I find her awake in her little room. “That’s awl righ’, luv. I don’ care to forget, if it’s all the same,” she says, and there are no rowan leaves at her window anymore.”

— Libba Bray

398. “The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.”

— Libba Bray

399. “We’re still expected to color within the lines of accepted femininity, and women who step out of those lines are usually attacked, whether verbally or physically.”

— Libba Bray

400. “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