Libba Bray Quotes About Lying

Quotes about: Lying

• In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

  Libba Bray

  Art, Pain, Regret

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.249, Simon and Schuster

• 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.

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  Lying, Heart, Greatness

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.51, Simon and Schuster

• In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice... No one can live in the light all the time.

  Libba Bray

  Art, Pain, Regret

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.249, Simon and Schuster

• People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense-words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History

  Libba Bray

  Lying, Thinking, People

• That's what living in their world is-a big lie. An illusion where everyone looks the other way and pretends that nothing unpleasant exists at all, no goblins of the dark, no ghosts of the soul.

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  Lying, Dark, Soul

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.27, Simon and Schuster

• I shan't ever understand your willingness to lie down and die," Felicity bars. "If you won't at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.

  Libba Bray

  Lying, Fighting, Trying

• 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 do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions—words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.” Will grabbed the sheaf of newspaper clippings he kept in a stack on his desk. “This, and these”—he gestured to the library’s teeming shelves—“they’re a testament to the country’s rich supernatural history.

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  Country, Lying, Thinking

• She was tired of being told how it was by this generation, who’d botched things so badly. They’d sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then they’d sent those boys, her brother, off to fight a great monster of a war that maimed and killed and destroyed whatever was inside them. Still they lied, expecting her to mouth the words and play along. Well, she wouldn’t. She knew now that the world was a long way from fair. She knew the monsters were real.

  Libba Bray

  Life, Country, Brother

• The world is a lie...not you and me.

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  Lying, World

• Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.

  Libba Bray

  Mother, Hurt, Pain

• For the first time, I notice the lax skin at Mrs. Nightwing's jaw, the fine down that lies upon her cheek like the imprint of a childe's hand, and I wonder what it must be like watching yourself soften under the years, unable to stop it. what it's like measuring your days in perfecting girls' curtsies and drinking nightly glasses of sherry, trying to keep up with the world as it pulls you spinning into the furure, knowing you are always one step behind it.

  Libba Bray

  Girl, Lying, Drinking

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

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  Lying, People

  Libba Bray (2012). “The Diviners: Number 1 in series”, p.332, Hachette UK

• She shrieks above the din. "If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.

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  Lying, Fighting, Giving

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.502, Simon and Schuster

• I told myself it was the snow—she couldn’t possibly get to Philadelphia on the roads. I told myself a hundred lies. Children do that. It’s amazing the sorts of things you’ll make yourself believe.

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  Children, Lying, Believe

• He told me that once, in the war, he’d come upon a German soldier in the grass with his insides falling out; he was just lying there in agony. The soldier had looked up at Sergeant Leonard, and even though they didn’t speak the same language, they understood each other with just a look. The German lying on the ground; the American standing over him. He put a bullet in the soldier’s head. He didn’t do it with anger, as an enemy, but as a fellow man, one soldier helping another.

  Libba Bray

  War, Lying, Fall

• Petra turned to her. "Everybody lies about who they are. Name one person here who isn't doing that and I will drop out right now!" Shanti felt that snake of truth coil around her legs, threatening to squeeze. "I didn't mean..." "No one ever does." Petra said, shoving the baton back at Shanti.

  Libba Bray

  Lying, Mean, Snakes

  Libba Bray (2011). “Beauty Queens”, p.129, Scholastic Inc.

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