Libba Bray Quotes

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

I'm very insecure. I'm human, just like anybody else.

I'm only human, and therefore, there's a part of me that's waiting for people to say, 'Enough of you!'

I'm pretty self-aware, and I am an embarrassingly flawed human being in a ton of ways.

In life, unfortunately, I've had multiple experiences where people that I thought I could depend on have switched up, or I've caught them in lies, and their true colours have shown.

In this world, there was nothing scarier than trusting someone. But there was also nothing more rewarding.

It sounds funny, but my biggest fear is that I'm not perfect. I'm a perfectionist, and I get upset when things go wrong or when I don't do well. I used to be very uptight, but I've learned to loosen up.

That sucks, though," Wes said finally, his voice low. "You're just setting yourself up to fail, because you'll never get everything perfect." "Says who?" He just looked at me. "The world," he said, gesturing all around us, as if this party, this deck encompassed it all. "The universe. There's just no way. And why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway?" "I don't want everything to be perfect," I said. Just me, I thought. Somehow. "I just want—

thats why you cant be worried about the world. theyll just do you in anyway. you can't depend on them because sooner or later theyll turn on you or just disapear and leave you there alone.

My greatest trials come through those professing to be near and attached friends, who expect things.

Not being perfect hurts.

Brilliant minds make errors, brave souls falter, kind hearts leave scars. We are none of us perfect, but we're all perfectly human.

Nobody is solid and perfect all of the time.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.

When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.

There are many lovely women, but no perfect ones.

There are no perfect men of course, but some are more perfect than others, and we can use all of those we can get.

When the Lord finished the world, he pronounced it good. That is what I said about my first work, too. But Time, I tell you, Time takes the confidence out of these incautious opinions. It is more than likely that He thinks about the world, now, pretty much as I think about the Innocents Abroad. The fact is, there is a trifle too much water in both.

The worst thing a good girl could do to you is break your heart.

As far as fidelity is concerned, there is no animal in the world as treacherous as man.

And like an unfaithful mate, once a car has let you down you never sort of trust it again.

It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you're going to be crushed, because when you really needed them, they wouldn't be there. Either that, or you'd confide in them and you added to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable.

I can think of nothing more soul destroying in life than to persist in trying to do a thing you want desperately to do well, and to know that you are at the best second rate.

We are not meant to be perfect; we are meant to be whole