909 Quotes by Libba Bray

Sorry for all the pain and loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too.

The mere suggestion of fame and fortune casts a glamour all its own. It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else’s fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.

It’s knowing I’ll never have what she has – a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I’ll always have to wonder whether I’m truly wanted or whether I’ve just been settled for.

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ’em off for a coupla stones.

They don’t know what they’re in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who’ll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn’t really here.

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.

He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He’s just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.

I’ve never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person’s face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.

There is no meaning but what we assign. We create our own reality. I can live with that.