You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs? Libba Bray More Quotes by Libba Bray More Quotes From Libba Bray 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 soul dark lying Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains. Libba Bray villain power hero There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself. Libba Bray different path character The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows. Libba Bray secret wind night We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic. Libba Bray good-story magic stories 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. Libba Bray axes dark moving 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. Libba Bray glasses girl ambition 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 running giving life My cholera's acting up again. Libba Bray cholera acting Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder? Libba Bray angel wonder thinking In books, the truth makes everything good and fine. The good prevail. The wicked are punished. There is happiness. But it's not like that really, is it?" "No," I say. "I suppose it only makes everything known. Libba Bray fine wicked book But...you could have whatever you wished." "Exactly," he says, nuzzling my neck. "But," I say, "you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage." Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. "To each his own magic," he says and kisses me again. Libba Bray kissing gentleman hands Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder? Libba Bray rebel angel wonder It's knowing I'll never have what she has--a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for. Libba Bray powerful knowing want I wonder how many times each day she dies a little. Libba Bray each-day wonder littles For the first time, I notice the lax skin at Mrs. Nightwing's jaw, the fine down that lies upon her cheek like the imprint of a childe's hand, and I wonder what it must be like watching yourself soften under the years, unable to stop it. what it's like measuring your days in perfecting girls' curtsies and drinking nightly glasses of sherry, trying to keep up with the world as it pulls you spinning into the furure, knowing you are always one step behind it. Libba Bray girl drinking lying We create the illusions we need to go on. Libba Bray illusion goes-on needs There in the city's steam-and-smoke-smudged harbor is the most extraordinary sight of all: a great copper-clad lady with a torch in one hand and a book in the other. It is not a statesman or a god or a war hero who welcomes us to this new world. It is but an ordinary woman lighting the way- a lady offering us the liberty to pursue our dreams if we've the courage to begin. Libba Bray dream war book A place to keep all your secrets Libba Bray secret There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops. Libba Bray discovering-who-you-are discovering difficult
