If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing... — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all? — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“She said that the reason you can never go home again - we were studying a list of famous quotes and discussing… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“But before you start pointing fingers, let me ask you: is what I did really so bad? So bad I deserved to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Here's one of the things I learned that morning: if you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning. It's… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“It’s weird how much people change... It’s kind of sad, if you think about it. Like there’s no continuity in people at… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“My aunt Carol hasn’t heard her say a word in the whole six years and three months of Grace’s life—not a single syllable. Carol… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“It seem absurd to me that they don't know, haven't felt any change or tremor, even as my life has been completely turned upside… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the morning had… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“Julian is somewhere among those lights, in that blur of people and buildings. I wonder whether he's scared. I wonder whether he's thinking of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“She’s the kind of person who makes you feel drunk just by being around her, like suddenly the world’s edges are dulled and all… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“Stop!” His voice rings out sharply, hard as a slap. He releases me and I stumble backward. “Alex is dead, do you hear me?… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special pattern, like… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
