Frases de Libba Bray

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“E achava que estava tendo uma crise existencial. Mas não era nada.”

“Favor não grudar na minha traseira: corpo no porta-malas.”

“Os melhores alunos da minha escola vendem drogas para os melhores alunos da sua.”

“Nada disso vai melhorar a qualidade das torradeiras, mas é um lance viajante que faz com que você passe o dia inteiro tentando desvendar a questão.”

“Capítulo 13: onde sou hospitalizado, tenho um encontro com um anjo e outras coisas estranhas e irritantes.”

“Sí, era demasiado. Por dentro se sentía como si fuera demasiado continuamente.”

“Você nunca pode realmente conhecer alguém completamente. É por isso que é a coisa mais aterrorizante do mundo, na verdade, levar alguém com fé, esperando que eles também aceitem sua fé. É um equilíbrio tão precário, é uma maravilha fazermos isso. E ainda..”

“As pessoas têm o hábito de inventar ficções que acreditam sinceramente para ignorar a verdade que não podem aceitar.”

“Could I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?"

"What's the point of that, Miss?" the waiter said.

"Tomorrow morning," Mabel said.”

“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.”

“I'd like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you're reading Sarah Palin.”

“And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.”

“… I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.”

“There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!”

“If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.”

“Helloooo." Miss Ohio rolled her eyes. "I'm from the Buckeye State. We are serious about our tailgating parties. I can turn anything into a grill.”

“This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.”

“Things aren't good or bad in and of themselves. It's what we do with them that makes them so.”

“Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.”

“So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front?
- Yes - I have warned them all.”

“When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.”

“You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.”

“For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.”

“The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark. It is said that even the gods must die." He winks. "But not without one hell of a fight.””

“Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.”

“The key holds the truth”

“He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.”

“You are truly Satan's sequined spawn.”

“Adina gave a little shriek. "That fish just swam past my leg! Creepy! Where did it go?"

"To your right! Two o'clock! Get it!"

"You are officially the most bloodthirsty vegetarian ever.”

“If this were a movie, I would bust a secret move so fierce the entire place would be razed to the ground. I'd finish with something snappy like "And don't forget my soda, punk" while I strolled off into the night.”

“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.”

“You have a steady fella?” Sam asked after a bit.

“No fella can hold me for long.”

Sam gave her a sideways glance. “That a challenge?”

“No. A statement of fact.”

“Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?”

“I changed my mind. I don’t want to be an inveshtigative journalist anymore. I want to be a professional rum drinker.”

“There are people who do that,” Duff said. He’d barely sipped his rum.

“Really? What do you call them?”

“Alcoholics.”

“They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling.
God help us all.”

“Tell my brother to remember his heart in all things. That is where his honor and his destiny will be found. Tell him.”

“I invited myself. Thought this table needed some class.”