Oliver $ Quotes

I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.

Some guys like to undermine a girl's self-esteem with little verbal jabs. Eventually it all adds up. One bee sting doesn't hurt a horse, but enough bee stings can kill a horse.

It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

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

There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.

Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.

Good things you have to make happen. Bad things happen all by themselves.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.

Every choice is limited. That's life.

Dogs will give you unconditional love until the day they die. Cats will make you pay for every mistake you've ever made since the day you were born.

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.

Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

A fish tank is just interactive television for cats.

We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.

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.

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.

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.

There was nothing I could say in retaliation except something that would confuse her.

An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting me from the inside, making me want to scream, jump, squirm. I ran.

Fame usually comes to those who are thinking about something else.

Men are all the same. They always think that something they are going to get is better than what they have got.

Imitation is a necessity of human nature.

Finishing books - and leaving the world you've created - is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry.

I'm terrible at horror movies, by the way. I get scared so easily.

Sort of desolate, decayed, the smell of - I don't want to dramatise it - but death, you know. That is what it feels like, no-man's-land, and it is not a nice place to be.

Everyone can do a character the way they want to do it, unless the director tells them not to, which isn't very common. I like to do my characters, if it's not specific in the script, as myself.

In the past, on Earth, it has largely been to exploit foreign resources and to expand the domestic territory.

Folks in their 60s and 80s are reinventing how older people live.

Every path serves a purpose.

God, why do I give interviews to 'the Guardian'? They always try to dissect you, and I don't really think about stuff in the way that you're asking me these questions.

Basically, we're taking a product that would be sold in the cheapest way for dogs, and after this process we can give it to humans.

When I was a schoolkid, I went to Castleton quite a few times. We'd be there studying rocks, going down these big hills. It was a great place!

My life is really so much based in England.

I hate making TV documentaries.

Heads know that failing to invest in good, nutritious food is a false economy and parents won't tolerate reconstituted turkey being put back on the menu.

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For they both were solitary, She on earth and he is heaven. And he wooed her with caressed, Wooed her with his smile of sunshine -Song of Hiawatha, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

reading is the soul's salvation

What was the point of a sacrifice if it wasn't meant for the ones you loved?

Thanks. For everything. I mean it.’ A slow grin edged onto his face. ‘You’re worth it…Princess.’ Her tennis show hit the door a second after it closed.

Wow! It's like magic! she exclaimed. Simon shook his head. "It's God's love. That's stronger than any magic." - The Demon Trapper's Daughter

Libraries and demons," she muttered. "What is the attraction?