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And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.
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Libba Bray |
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People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.
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Libba Bray |
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Do you ever feel that way?" "Lonely?" I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it." He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's..
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kartik
gemma-doyle
found
restless
self-discovery
lonely
lost
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Libba Bray |
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There are no safe choices. Only other choices.
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Libba Bray |
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Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one...one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, ..
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Libba Bray |
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Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
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young-adult
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Libba Bray |
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9d869dc
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I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.
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Libba Bray |
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What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?
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good-and-evil
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Libba Bray |
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43ecc0e
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I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.
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inspirational
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Libba Bray |
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It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
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libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
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1b67f69
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There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.
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suffering
wisdom
revelation
proverb
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Libba Bray |
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Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that?" Nicole asked. "You go on websites and some girl leaves a post and if it's longer than three sentences or she's expressing her thoughts about some topic, she usually ends with, 'Sorry for the rant' or 'That may be dumb, but that's what I think."
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sorry
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Libba Bray |
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When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he's come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he's been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn't utter a word, but his smile says everything: I've missed you.
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Libba Bray |
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733df0d
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Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.
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Libba Bray |
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f07509b
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Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
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Libba Bray |
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b8d07f2
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I run after her, not really giving chase. I'm running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.
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Libba Bray |
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ec08eef
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How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.
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Libba Bray |
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79da13b
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In every end, there is also a beginning.
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ending
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Libba Bray |
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c1e3a99
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I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.
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Libba Bray |
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How do you invent a religion?" Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. "You say, 'God told me the following,' and then wait for people to sign up."
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Libba Bray |
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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.
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Libba Bray |
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To those who will see, the world waits.
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inspirational
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Libba Bray |
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d48df3c
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We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.
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Libba Bray |
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What happens if your choice is misguided?' I ask, softly. Miss Moore takes a pear from the bowl and offers us the grapes to devour. 'You must try to correct it.' 'But what if it's too late? What if you can't?' There's a sad sympathy in Miss Moore's catlike eyes as she regards my painting again. She paints the thinnest sliver of shadow along the bottom of the apple, bringing it fully to life. 'Then you must find a way to live with it.
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Libba Bray |
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f59a3b3
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You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.
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deceit
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Libba Bray |
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b465631
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I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.
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Libba Bray |
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Some mornings, she'd wake and vow, . But by evening, her good intentions would have unraveled. She'd say the wrong thing or talk a little too loudly. She'd take a dare she shouldn't, just to be noticed. Perhaps Mabel was right, and she was selfish. But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all? "Oh, Evie, you're too much," people said, and it wasn't complimentary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside ..
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Libba Bray |
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And for a moment, I understand that I have friends on this lonely path; that sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.
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Libba Bray |
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People always think they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won't eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don't know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel fucked up and sad for no reason at all.
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Libba Bray |
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Felicity ignores us. She walks out to them, an apparition in white and blue velvet, her head held high as they stare in awe at her, the goddess. I don't know yet what power feels like. But this is surely what it looks like, and I think I'm beginning to understand why those ancient women had to hide in caves. Why our parents and suitors want us to behave properly and predictably. It's not that they want to protect us; it's that they fear us.
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feminism
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Libba Bray |
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53833f3
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Really, being a librarian is a much more dangerous job than you realize.
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Libba Bray |
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1198e11
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There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.
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Libba Bray |
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I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
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Libba Bray |
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I'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.
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light
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Libba Bray |
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I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.
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Libba Bray |
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In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.
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Libba Bray |
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758d2bc
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The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.
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Libba Bray |
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No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We're all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they'd like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. I'm cracking open.
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gemma-doyle
mirage
society
girl
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Libba Bray |
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But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?
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Libba Bray |
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Reminds us that greatness lies even in the smallest of moments, in the humblest of hearts, and we shall, each of us, be called to greatness. Whether we shall rise to meet it or let it slip away is the challenge put before us all.
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Libba Bray |
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493633a
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She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.
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Libba Bray |
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939a628
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I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
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Libba Bray |
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f814306
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You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?
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destiny
life
exist
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Libba Bray |
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There is much asked and only so much I think I can or should answer, and so, in this post I would like to give a few thoughts on what seemed to be the overwhelming question: "WHY?" And here is the best answer I can give: Because. Because sometimes, life is damned unfair. Because sometimes, we lose people we love and it hurts deeply. Because sometimes, as the writer, you have to put your characters in harm's way and be willing to go there if..
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grief
reason
why
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Libba Bray |