Libba Bray Quotes

Well, I started out down a dirty road Started out all alone And the sun went down as I crossed the hill And the town lit up, the world got still I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings Coming down is the hardest thing Well, the good ol' days may not return And the rocks might melt and the sea may burn I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings Coming down is the hardest thing Well, some say life will beat you down Break your heart, steal your crown So I've started out for God knows where I guess I'll know when I get there I'm learning to fly around the clouds But what goes up must come down

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

The flame is not out, but it is flickering.

No matter what era we're in, we need hope.

I don't see America as a mainland, but as a sea, a big ocean. Sometimes a storm arises, a formidable current develops, and it seems it will engulf everything. Wait a moment, another current will appear and bring the first one to naught.

Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.

I have no fear that the candle lighted in Palestine years ago will ever be put out.

But since day one, we've always been kinda up against it. So at the end, it's not surprising that we were kind of led along for so many months and didn't know what the fate of the show was gonna be. It was... in a weird way, just kind of that was the way it's always been.

Never think you've seen the last of anything.

The experience of democracy is like the experience of life itself—always changing, infinite in its variety, sometimes turbulent and all the more valuable for having been tested by adversity.

In prosperity prepare for a change; in adversity hope for one

What keeps you in this business is the thought that maybe tomorrow will be different.

Football is like that: you never know when things will change, so you can never give up.

You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run, Tried to hide, Break on through to the other side...

Though are hands are chained like they are, they haven't taken music from us yet. So that's how I'll fight. People tell me don't quit like everyone else. I wont have no fear.

Fear is the underminer of all determinations; and necessity, the victorious rebel of all laws.

I had no idea that history was being made. I was just tired of giving up.

Nothing is written stone, child. Even if it were, the stones can be shattered

I fall, I stand still... I trudge on. I gain a little... I get more eager and climb higher and begin to see the widening horizon. Every struggle is a victory.

The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

Walls don't fall without effort.

Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society — things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.

So, cutting the lashing of the waterproof match keg, after many failures Starbuck contrived to ignite the lamp in the lantern; then stretching it on a waif pole, handed it to Queequeg as the standard-bearer of this forlorn hope. There, then, he sat, holding up that imbecile candle in the heart of that almighty forlornness. There, then, he sat, the sign and symbol of a man without faith, hopelessly holding up hope in the midst of despair.

That's how it goes, my friend. The problem is not falling a captive, it's how to avoid surrender.

And if I have to die trying, I will get out of here.