Lauren Oliver Quotes

His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy

I was glad when the invalids were executed

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

He looked at me like I was beautiful.

In one of the tents, Julian is sleeping. And in another: Alex

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.

Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was jealous.

For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.

There are some losses we never get over.

The mark of the procedure. A real one. Lu is cured.

We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric, and from all sides the guns draw closer.

Until, one day, she wasn’t.

I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.

Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.

But if you do believe, then you already know all about magic.

The Wilds aren't safe anymore.

I didn’t know it would be like this,” he says in a whisper. And then: “I’m scared.

Fred is officially the mayor of Portland now.

They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.

For a split second, he had looked almost like my Alex again.

It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.

Nobody ever said life was fair.

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him

It's the way he says my name: like music.

The salt blowing off the sea makes the air feel textured and heavy.

A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mouth of the ocean.

We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.

It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.

That's all I want. Just you and me. Always.

I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.

It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.

Mice? Fine. Flying mice? Not so fine.

Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.

I’ve always hated being looked at.

I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.

But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.

Funny how time heals. Like that bullet in my ribs. It's there, I know it's there, but I can barely feel it at all anymore.

It occurs to me that for a long time she has been doing her own version of resisting.

Happiness is found when no one is looking