Lauren Oliver Quotes

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

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

This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

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

Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.

There is no before. There is only now, and what comes next.

The last laugh, the last cup of coffee, the last sunset, the last time you jump through a sprinkler, or eat an ice-cream cone, or stick your tongue out to catch a snowflake. You just don't know.

The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well

Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.

"Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed... awake." Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again. "I'm tired of sleeping."

The flip side of freedom is this: When you're completely free, you're also completely on your own.

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.

Maybe next time, but probably not.

Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.

When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.

I've been so used to thinking of what the borders are keeping out that I haven't considered that they're also penning us in.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.

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.

Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.

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.

But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.

Sometimes I'm afraid to go to sleep because of what I'm leaving behind.

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

Human beings, in their natural state, are unpredictable, erratic, and unhappy. It is only once their animal instincts are controlled that they can be responsible, dependable, and content.

"And I love you too." His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. "You should know that. You have to know that."

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.

We all need mantras, I guess - stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.

Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom.

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music

Grief is like sinking, like being buried.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

Po flickered. "Thank you?" it repeated. "What is that?" Liesl thought. "It means, You were wonderful," she said. "It means, I couldn't have done it without you.

Love obeys no laws other than its own.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.

i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look up.

Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

So are you going to be my knight in shining armor or what?' Kent does a little bow. 'You know I can't resist a damsel in distress.

It's Connecticut: being like the people around you is the whole point.

We’ll go.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and forceful. Set in her sunken, shipwreck face, her eyes burn like two smoldering coals. “We’ll fight.