Libba Bray Quotes

I still feel I'm going to wake up any moment, and my skin's going to break out all over.

After I binged last night -or was it tonight - I was convinced yet again that there were people coming to get me. It was more than just shadows and voices, more than just fantasies....it was real, and I was scared to my core.My bones were shaking...m heart was pounding...I thought I was going to explode. I'm glad I have you to talk to, to write this down. I tried to keep it all together, but then I gave in to the manes and became one with my insanity.

That's the thing about being a victim; you start to think it'll happen to you on a regular basis. It's living with the reality of your own vulnerability, and it sucks.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

Terrible thing to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

At night when I used to sleep, I was thinking all the time that shall I put a knife under my pillow.

No one escapes being haunted by something that absolutely terrifies them to the core, but very few feel it's okay to admit what it is that haunts us.

Fear has governed my life, if I think about it.

I'm a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.

The first several years of my life were used to upload incredible amounts of fear, and I just became afraid of everything. I was afraid of my parents, afraid of my classmates, afraid of the streets of Washington, D.C. I would flinch at every gesture.

Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is losing.

There's, like, a dark needle or a nail that lives at the back of all of our heads, and that's your fear.

When I was 11, I was terrified about the world.

Bullying made me feel insecure, alone, ugly, powerless, and hopeless at times.

I became paranoid for a long time: I thought that people were out to harm me.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

I’m afraid to close my eyes, I’m afraid to open them

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.

I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.

Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar.

Insecurity is not just a state of mind.

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

There's a lot of people scared of me, and I can't blame them. They call me crazy so much I think I'm starting to believe them.