Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall Quotes

Hope keeps you alive.

A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.

Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits and coughs and starts and random collisions.

I vowed after that day that I would be your hero too, no matter how long it took

I’ve never really had a party before.” “Why did you have one now?” I say, just to keep him talking. He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.

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Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.

It's too late, ' she says.And I say 'It's never too late.

God bless Dunkin' Donuts.

I think of Lindsay in the bathroom of Rosalita’s, and wonder how many people are clutching secrets like little fists, like rocks sitting in the pits of their stomachs. All of them, maybe.

Why do you flirt with Mr. Daimler? He's a perv, you

My boyfriend's an idiot, " I say as soon as he lurches

Is what I did really so much worse than what anybody else does?Is it really so much worse than what you do?Think about it.

They say that just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that's not how it happened for me.

If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were. You just have to look up

He and I have a head-nod friendship, since that's pretty much the limit of our interaction.

...I've never really had a party before.""Why did you have one now?" I say, just to keep him talking.He gives a half laugh. "I thought if I had a party, you would come.

Things change after you die, though- I guess because dying is about the lonliest thing you can do.

So many things become beautiful when you really look

Who the hell calls at two in the morning?""Maybe it's Matt Wilde, confessing his love, " Lindsay says."Very funny,

I was going to tell you that you look beautiful with your hair down. That's all I was going to say.

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

I'm dead, but I can't stop living.

You can’t go home again” ─ isn’t necessarily that places change but people do.