Libba Bray Quotes About Giving

Quotes about: Giving

• Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that?" Nicole asked. "You go on websites and some girl leaves a post and if it's longer than three sentences or she's expressing her thoughts about some topic, she usually ends with, 'Sorry for the rant' or 'That may be dumb, but that's what I think.

  Libba Bray

  Girl, Sorry, Thinking

  Libba Bray (2011). “Beauty Queens”, p.177, Scholastic Inc.

• I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

  Libba Bray

  Life, Running, Giving

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

• War." Gorgon spits the word. "That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so.

  Libba Bray

  War, Winning, Blood

• I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.

  Libba Bray

  Book, Numbers, Giving

• Kartik places a sovereign in the lady's cup, and I know that it's likely all he has. "Why did you do that?" I ask. He kicks a rock on the ground, balancing it nimbly between his feet like a ball. "She needed it." Father says it isn't good to give money to beggers. They'll only spend it unwisely on drink or other pleasures. "She might buy ale with it." He shrugs. "Then she'll have ale. It isn't the pound that matters; it's the hope...I know what it's like to fight for things that others take for granted.

  Libba Bray

  Father, Fighting, Rocks

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.299, Simon and Schuster

• 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

• Simon, would you still care for me if you discovered I was not who I say I am?" What do you mean?" I mean would you still care for me, no matter what you came to know?" What a thing to ponder. I don't know what to say." The answer is no. He does not need to say it. With a sigh, Simon digs at the fire with the iron poker. Bits of the charred log fall away, revealing the angry insides. they flare orange for a moment, then quiet down again. After three tries, he gives up. I'm afraid this fire's had it." I can see a few embers remaining. "No, I think not. If..." He sighs, and it says everything.

  Libba Bray

  Giving Up, Fall, Mean

• 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.

  Libba Bray

  Lying, Fighting, Giving

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

• I've been poked and prodded in places I'd always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.

  Libba Bray

  Doctors, Giving, Promise

  Libba Bray (2009). “Going Bovine”, p.77, Delacorte Books for Young Readers

• A pair of Blue Noses on the next bench glared their disapproval at Evie’s knee-length dress. Evie decided to give them a real show. She hiked her skirt and, humming jauntily, rolled down her stockings, exposing her legs. It had the desired effect on the Blue Noses, who moved down the platform, clucking about the “disgrace of the young.” She would not miss this place.

  Libba Bray

  Real, Blue, Giving

• Memphis—it’s just a bird. Birds fly around, brother. It’s what they do. It’s not following you, and it’s not a sign. Unless you really did give it candy and flowers, in which case you are one strange brother.

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  Brother, Flower, Giving

• There's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine, are a surprise. They are warm, light as breath, firm as the give of a peach against my mouth. A scent like scorched cinnamon hangs in the air, but I'm not falling into any vision. It's his smell in me. A smell that makes my stomach drop through my feet. A smell that pushes all thought out of my head and replaces it with an overpowering hunger for more.

  Libba Bray

  Fall, Kissing, Light

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.133, Simon and Schuster

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