909 Quotes by Libba Bray

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.

The key holds the truth.

Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.

I had a friend who said, “You don’t have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist.”

See, that’s your generation all over-you muck up everything and then expect us to fix your messes.

She’s no beauty, mate.

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.

No, I call. Come back. I’m here, he says. But I can’t see. It’s too bright. You can’t hold back the light, Gemma. I’m here. Trust me.

But she wasn’t sure she wanted the responsibility of loving anyone right now. The truth was, she was afraid that when she fell hard for a boy, she’d lose herself along the way. She’d seen it happen to lots of girls. They’d go from drinking gin, driving fast card and boldly shimmering in speakeasys, to these passive creatures, who couldn’t make a move without asking their beaus if it would be okay. Evie had no intention of fading behind any man.