Libba Bray Quotes About Pain

Quotes about: Pain

• 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

• 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

• 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.

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  Pain, Storm, Desire

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

• You want to know what pain is? Try running out of Advil when you've got a Category Five period. I've had cramps that would make grown men beg for a bullet between the eyes." - Jennifer, "Beauty Queens

  Libba Bray

  Running, Queens, Pain

• I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

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  Running, Pain, Hair

  Libba Bray (2010). “A Great and Terrible Beauty”, p.26, 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

• You are working up to Mr. Fantastic Fiction levels of Zombie Expert, which is like playing Guitar Hero on some level that actually melts the guitar controller, burning your fingers with searing hot plastic till you scream in pain. Only with words. And zombies.

  Libba Bray

  Pain, Hero, Guitar

• Reality is a state of mind. To the banker, the money in his ledger book is all very real, though he doesn't actually see it or touch it. But to the Brahma, it simply doesn't exist the way the air and the earth, pain and loss do. To him, the banker's reality is folly. To the banker, the Brahma's ideas are as inconsequential as dust.

  Libba Bray

  Pain, Real, Book

  Libba Bray (2015). “The Gemma Doyle Trilogy”, p.217, Delacorte Press

• Forget your pain. It was what I said when I took Father's hand in the drawing room yesterday, what I repeated again tonight. But I didn't mean this. I must be careful. Yet what bothers me isn't the power of the magic or how, to a person, they've all accepted it as truth. No, what unsettles me the most is how much I want to believe it too.

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  Pain, Father, Believe

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.177, Simon and Schuster

• 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

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