Top 463 Quotes & Sayings by Libba Bray - Page 2

You're quite tall.' Just what a girl wants to be reminded of.

We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

Women who have power are always feared.

It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

You're special. I'm special. The whole world's special, so don't you forget it. The universe wants us All to be happy, Full of smiles and all that stuff, All that stuff That's happy and smiley. So get happy, happy, happy right now! Get happy, happy, happy right now! Get happy, happy, happy right now!

I can be whatever. You can be whatever. We can be whatever. Whatever, together.

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.

Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I'm not gay, I'm just your emo enuch. / Gonna smile real shy, won't cop a feel, / 'cause I'm your virgin crush, your supersafe deal. / Let those other guys keep sexing. / You and me, we be texting / 'bout unicorns and rainbows and our perfect love. / Girl, we fit together like a hand in a glove. / Now I don't mean that nasty, tell your mum don't get mad. / I even wrote 'You're awesome' on your maxi pads.

There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!

Because there's nothing wrong with you... that can't be fixed.

In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.

Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count.

Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.

I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."

True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.

Write like it matters, and it will.

Just because you're funny doesn't mean you get to be cruel.

People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.

Reminds us that greatness lies even in the smallest of moments, in the humblest of hearts, and we shall, each of us, be called to greatness. Whether we shall rise to meet it or let it slip away is the challenge put before us all.

There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.

But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.

In every end, there is also a beginning.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.

I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats.

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.

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

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell

You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.

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.

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

May I suggest that you all read? And often. Believe me, it's nice to have something to talk about other than the weather and the Queen's health. Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.

I wouldn’t expect you to get it, Daisy. You don’t look at anything besides Photoplay—and even then somebody’s gotta explain the pictures to you.” Daisy’s mouth hung open in outrage. “Well, I never!” “Yeah, that’s what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us aren’t buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!

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.

He said to tell you to remember your heart in all things, that it is where your honor and your destiny will be found. Does it mean anything to you?' It is something he would say from time to time-that the eye could be misled, but that the heart was true.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.

My personal motto is: WWWWD?: What Would Wonder Woman Do?

Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

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.

When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.

Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.

I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.

It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.

She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.

It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.

What happened to the winner" Adina asked. "She tripped." "And the first runner-up?" Miss Michigan cracked her knuckles. "She tripped, too.

People aren't always what you want them to be

I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.

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

People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.

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

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.

I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.

There is no greater power on this earth than story.