909 Quotes by Libba Bray

It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao.

We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion trying to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. 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.

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.

Things aren’t good or bad in and of themselves. It’s what we do with them that makes them so.

Before the Devil breaks you, first he will make you love him. Beware, little sister. Beware the King of Crows!

I’m just saying it’s not all sand castles and ninjas.

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

There is no greater power on this earth than story.” Will paced the length of the room. “People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense – words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.

I am dying a thousand cruel and unusual deaths as fifty pairs of eyes take me in, size me up like something that should be hanging over a fireplace in a gentleman’s den.