Top 500 Libba Bray Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “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.”

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

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

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404. “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.”

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

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406. “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.”

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

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408. “He’s jealous! Kartik is jealous and Simon finds me... delicious? I am a bit giddy. And confused. But no, mostly giddy, I find.”

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409. “I’ll be counting the cats when I come over. There better be the same number each time.”

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410. “Mabel did deserve to Rest In Peace, and Evie knew she was a terrible person, because of there was any ghost she longed to see, even for just a moment, it was Mabel’s.”

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411. “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.”

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

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413. “It was not a curse to fully inhabit your body. You were only as cursed as you allowed yourself to be.”

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414. “Beliefs converge and become something new all the time.”

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415. “Really, being a librarian is a much more dangerous job than you realize.”

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416. “We’ve the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic’s greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit.”

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417. “She wears her grief like a coat of feathers too heavy for flight.”

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418. “For the first time, I notice the lax skin at Mrs. Nightwing’s jaw, the fine down that lies upon her cheek like the imprint of a childe’s hand, and I wonder what it must be like watching yourself soften under the years, unable to stop it. what it’s like measuring your days in perfecting girls’ curtsies and drinking nightly glasses of sherry, trying to keep up with the world as it pulls you spinning into the furure, knowing you are always one step behind it.”

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419. “No historians or librar ians were harmed in the making of this book, but some were badgered extensively with questions.”

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420. “Nearby, Lady Liberty hoists her torch in the harbor, a beacon to all who come to these shores to escape persecution or famine or hopelessness. For this is the land of dreams. The.”

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421. “I am for hockey. I find I should like to hit something with a stick. -Gemma Doyle Trilogy.”

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422. “Well, I mean, all the best people have a little beast in them.”

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423. “He took her face into his hands and his kiss blotted out the sky.”

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424. “You see, Mr. Phillips, the truth of it is, I am so very American.” She slapped the pen down on the onerous paper and slid them both toward her boss. “And that is precisely why I can’t – no, why I refuse to sign this.”

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425. “Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.”

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426. “You don’t notice the light without a bit of shadow.”

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427. “They would have been mystics and healers, women who worked with herbs and delivered babies. But it would have made them suspect. Women who have power are always feared,” she says sadly.”

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428. “Gonzo narrows his eyes. ‘How often do you clean that thing?’ ‘Every night,’ the waitress answers. Her smile is strained. ‘That’s it? Do you know how long it takes for Listeria to grow under those hot lamps, even with ice?’ Here we go. ‘It can happen in just five hours. Five hours and you’ve got the salad bar of death!’ The waitress looks confused. ‘From Listerine?”

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429. “Besides, things you loved deeply could be lost in a second, and then there was no filling the hole left inside you. So she lived in the moment, as if her life were one long party that never had to stop as long as she kept the good times going.”

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430. “People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.”

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431. “He put a hand to the cool, painted stones bearing witness to so many names, so many histories. In the mural, there were painted lines for the Underground, like scars stretched across the skin of the infected nation. There were wounds and then there were wounds. Some were so great Memphis had no idea how they could ever be healed.”

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432. “I am staring into the hissing face of a cobra. A surprisingly pink tongue slithers in and out of a cruel mouth while an Indian man whose eyes are the blue of blindless inclines his head towards my mother and explains in Hindi that cobras make very good eating.”

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433. “Sinjin was sitting bare-chested with Petra’s blue feather boa wrapped around his neck and draped over his shoulder. His long dark curls had been teased and sprayed into a sexy mane. Heavy black eyeliner rimmed his eyes. “Am I not gorgeous? I want to snog myself. I’m like a postmodern Lord Byron.” “You put the ironic in Byronic,” Petra quipped. “Well said, luv.”

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434. “But as he listened to the moans and cries of those around him, he understood that hope was not a concept of faith meant to bring man closer to God but one of denial and delusion meant to keep him from accepting that God did not exist.”

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435. “Oh, Evie, you’re too much,′ people said, and it wasn’t complementary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time.”

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436. “Only ninnies go to Penny’s.”

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437. “Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.”

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438. “We are made by what we are asked to bear, Ling Chan,” he’d said.”

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439. “My platform’s called Don’t Even Think About It. I go to schools and I say, ‘Whatever bad thing it is you’re thinking of doing, don’t even think about it. ‘Cause I can see into your soul, and I will hide in your closet and come for you in the night, and the last sound you ever hear will be my sharp teeth popping through the flesh of my gums, ready to eat you.’ Their eyes get all big. It’s awesome. I love little kids, man. They’re the cutest.”

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440. “Oh, I didn’t think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again,” I say, cheerily. “It’s sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it.”

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441. “She insisted on Knight for her last name. It made her feel strong and bold. A name of armor. For she would defend herself in this new life.”

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442. “Could you look again, please?” the woman asked in a clipped, slightly British accent. “It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao.”

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443. “They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.”

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444. “I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.“-A Great and Terrible Beauty.”

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445. “Read backward in order to move forward, resisters. The best part? You can find everything you need at your local library. Libraries: serving the resistance since forever. Seriously, libraries are The. Best. Don’t even bother fighting me on this one. You will lose.”

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

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447. “Goodbye,” I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.”

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448. “If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.”

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449. “Sam had a skill that often let him take what he needed. But you couldn’t do that with love. It had to be given. Shared.”

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450. “It isn’t that we do what we want. It’s that we’re allowed to want at all.”

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