Libba Bray Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?

  Libba Bray

  Memories, Home, Dark

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.60, Simon and Schuster

• 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.

  Libba Bray

  Lying, Dark, Soul

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

• - 'Music opens your soul, makes you ready.' - 'Ready for what?' - He smiles big. 'Exactly.

  Libba Bray

  Soul, Bigs, Ready

  Libba Bray (2009). “Going Bovine”, p.157, Delacorte Books for Young Readers

• My platform's called Don't Even Think About It. I go to schools and I say, 'Whatever bad thing it is you're thinking of doing, don't even think about it. 'Cause I can see into your soul, and I will hide in your closet and come for you in the night, and the last sound you ever hear will be my sharp teeth popping through the flesh of my gums, ready to eat you.' Their eyes get all big. It's awesome. I love little kids, man. They're the cutest

  Libba Bray

  Eye, School, Kids

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

  Libba Bray

  Soul, Tonight, Woods

  Libba Bray (2015). “The Gemma Doyle Trilogy”, p.290, Delacorte Press

• The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

  Libba Bray

  Pain, Soul, Weight

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.515, Simon and Schuster

• And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

  Libba Bray

  Pain, Believe, Ignorance

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.515, Simon and Schuster

• Can we really conquer chaos so easily? If that were so, I should be able to prune the pandemonium of my own soul into something neat and tidy rather than this maze of wants and needs and misgivings that has me forever feeling as if I cannot fit into the landscape of things.

  Libba Bray

  Neat And Tidy, Forever, Soul

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.226, Simon and Schuster

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