I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share. Libba Bray More Quotes by Libba Bray More Quotes From Libba Bray 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 regretpainart But we can't go back. We can only go forward. Libba Bray The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength. Libba Bray gossipwishmay People aren't always what you want them to be Libba Bray what-you-wantwantpeople But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others. Libba Bray understandingmindheart We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth. Libba Bray honestylighteye People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept. Libba Bray orderbelievepeople When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt. Libba Bray familyguilthome Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics. Libba Bray vulturefewerethics I've never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control. A place much like high school. Libba Bray aciddoneschool Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy? Libba Bray madcrazylittles She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop. Libba Bray soundpeopleworld We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds. Libba Bray regretcloudstrying It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible. Libba Bray affectionenoughmissing 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 rainforevertree It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become. Libba Bray spiritselfmatter I'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you. Libba Bray hard-timessorrydark Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are right and just in their actions. Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son, Isaac, because he believed that God had commanded it. To kill your son is unthinkable. A crime. But if you are acting in the belief that your God, your supreme deity whom you must obey, has demanded it of you, is it still a crime? Libba Bray sacrificeactingson There are no safe choices. Only other choices. Libba Bray choicessafe 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 girlsorrythinking
