Libba Bray Quotes (59 Quotes)

Women who have power are always feared.

I want to ask him if it's possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

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.

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it's strictly sherry.

Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.

Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?

How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

There are no safe choices, Miss Temple. Only other choices.

I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow.

We are all unkind from time to time. 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.

My misery is reaching epidemic proportions.

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.

There are no safe choices. Only other choices.

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

Welcome to finishing school, Gemma. Learn to embroider, serve tea, curtsy. Oh, and by the way, you might be demolished in the night by a hideous winged creature from the roof.

And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.

No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?

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.

There are no wrong decisions only diffrent ones.

I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.

What do you feel? I've never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren't supposed to feel. We're British.

Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.

One can never go back. One always has to move forward.

I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops.

I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

Come on, Father. Stop me. Tell me to behave, to go to hell, something, anything.