Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.
Libba Bray
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Must
Vigilance
Life
Feds
Constantly
Fire
Dies
Peace
Living
Happenstance
Else
Tended
More quotes by Libba Bray
No one can live in the light all the time.
Libba Bray
Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.
Libba Bray
But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.
Libba Bray
I am creating an atmosphere! Oh, Unc, we’ve finally got bodies in this joint! Paying bodies. We could have a good racket going here.” “I’m not interested in a ‘racket.’ I’m an academic.” “That’s okay, Unc. I won’t hold it against you.
Libba Bray
Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.
Libba Bray
The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.
Libba Bray
Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
Libba Bray
I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.
Libba Bray
He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.
Libba Bray
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.
Libba Bray
A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a splendid Christmas in London town. All shall be well. God rest us merry gentlemen. And gentlewomen.
Libba Bray
On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their mark, to bite back at the dreams sold to them in newspaper advertisements and on the radio. They have sores on their feet but stars in their eyes.
Libba Bray
You can’t blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?” Sam’s grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. “You can’t blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?
Libba Bray
It's so laughable that it's somewhere beyond comedy and right into tragedy again.
Libba Bray
There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.
Libba Bray
These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.
Libba Bray
Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed.” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.
Libba Bray
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
Libba Bray
We create the illusions we need to go on.
Libba Bray
You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.
Libba Bray