Libba Bray Quotes About Waiting

Quotes about: Waiting

• When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.

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  Good Night, Dream, Waiting

  Libba Bray (2009). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.522, Simon and Schuster

• To those who will see, the world waits.

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  Waiting, World

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.530, Simon and Schuster

• No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.

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  Girl, Ambition, Glasses

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.192, Simon and Schuster

• How do you invent a religion?” Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. “You say, ‘God told me the following,’ and then wait for people to sign up.

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  People, Waiting, Following

• Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

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  Waiting, Shore, Ifs

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.157, Simon and Schuster

• She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

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  Grief, Home, Waiting

• Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun.

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  Moving, Dark, Axes

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.524, Simon and Schuster

• There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.

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  Girl, Islands, Waiting

  Libba Bray (2011). “Beauty Queens”, p.207, Scholastic Inc.

• In school, they would tell you that life wouldn’t come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don’t. Don’t go after what you want. Wait. Wait to be chosen, as if only in the eye of another could one truly find value. The message was confusing and infuriating. It was a shell game with no actual pea under the rapidly moving cups.

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  Girl, Moving, School

  Libba Bray (2011). “Beauty Queens”, p.148, Scholastic Inc.

• As a kid, I imagined lots of different scenarios for my life. I would be an astronaut. Maybe a cartoonist. A famous explorer or rock star. Never once did I see myself standing under the window of a house belonging to some druggie named Carbine, waiting for his yard gnome to steal his stash so I could get a cab back to a cheap motel where my friend, a neurotic, death-obsessed dwarf, was waiting for me so we could get on the road to an undefined place and a mysterious Dr. X, who would cure me of mad cow disease and stop a band of dark energy from destroying the universe.

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  Stars, Kids, Dark

  Libba Bray (2009). “Going Bovine”, p.257, Delacorte Books for Young Readers

• 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

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  Disappointment, Real, Drunk

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

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