Libba Bray Quotes About Skins

Quotes about: Skins

• Beneath the skin, there is fear. Pain. Remorse. Yearning. Desire. A fierce longing for power. All of this. We are joined. It is as if we live in the center of a great storm. Around us the world of the realms revolves like a giant kaleidoscope, images refracted again and again. So many worlds! So much to know.

  Libba Bray

  Pain, Storm, Desire

  Libba Bray (2010). “Rebel Angels”, p.362, Simon and Schuster

• Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

  Libba Bray

  Rain, Tree, Forever

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.403, Simon and Schuster

• Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

  Libba Bray

  Yelling, Feelings, Mind

• 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

• It's as if I've inherited a skin I cannot quite fit, and so I walk about constantly pulling and and tugging, pinning and pruning, trying desperately to fill it out, hoping that no one will look at me struggling and say, 'That one there- she's a fraud, Look how she doesn't fit at all.

  Libba Bray

  Struggle, Trying, Skins

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.46, Simon and Schuster

• I'm floating inside my skin. I could go on floating like this for days. Right now, the real world with its heartbreak and disappointments is just a pulse against the protective membrane we've drunk ourselves into. It's somewhere outside us, waiting." A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 141, by

  Libba Bray

  Disappointment, Real, Drunk

  Libba Bray (2015). “The Gemma Doyle Trilogy”, p.126, Delacorte Press

• Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed.” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.

  Libba Bray

  Zebras, Night, Skins

• When you peeled back the skin, you were dealing with bone and muscle, blood and nerve endings. It was all the same. She liked the beautiful logic of the circulatory system, the elegance of the neurological, and the fierce warrior spirit of the heart. The body had rules and it had quirks.

  Libba Bray

  Beautiful, Heart, Warrior

  Libba Bray (2011). “Beauty Queens”, p.217, Scholastic Inc.

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