Lauren Oliver Quotes

But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must always invent themselves, too.

That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.

But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back.

Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?

I know that the whole point—the only point—is tofind the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse tolet them go.

Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

I told you, " he whispers back. I can feel his breath just tickling the space behind my ear, making my hair prick up on my neck. "I like you.""You don't know me, " I say quickly."I want to, though.

God bless Dunkin' Donuts.

If they really want us to be happy, they'd let us pick ourselves.

His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.

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

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says.it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.

The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other...they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down...

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

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

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

People need other people to feel things for them, " she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.

I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.

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

Strains of music spring up, crystallizing in the night air like rain turning suddenly to snow, drifting to earth.

As soon as she sees me she swings forward and hits a key on her keyboard. The music cuts off instantly. Strangely, the silence that follows seems just as loud.

I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don’t come.

Love can open like a flower out of even the hardest places.

Home is where I built my life.- Henry Morbower

Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?And if you lie to a liar, is the sun somehow negated or reversed?

Everyone you trust, everyone you think can count on, will eventually disappoint you. When left to their own devices, people lie and keep secrets and change and disappear…

Take down the walls.

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

But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing.

on the day that started it all, that rocketed me forward and landed me here, in this new body, in this new future.

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

I guess we all have some of these - memories like artillery shells, fired at close range.

I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff drifting off on the wind.

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

I suppose that's the secret. If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were, you just have to look up.

But all you see is the crap. So you don't have to believe in anything. So you'll have an excuse to fail.

I met an Invalid, and fell for his art. He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.

What's poetry?" I've never heard the word before, but I like the sound of it. It sounds elegant and easy, somehow, like a beautiful woman turning in a long dress.

You broke my heart.I fell for you and you broke my heart.Period, done, end of story.

Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.

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.

Please understand. Please forgive me.I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful.Don't hate me.I still love you.

He believed in people. He believed that if people could only be shown the right way-the way to health and order, a way to be free of unhappiness-they would make the right choice. They would obey.

This was progress. This was modernity: you could cover over the past completely. You could bury the old under a relentless surface of new, stretched from corner to corner.

Love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

But those are just words, and words are just stories, and eventually, always, stories come to an end.

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

I don't know which is worse: that I'm home and so much is different, or that I'm home and so much feels the same.