Sometimes I'm afraid to go to sleep because of what I'm leaving behind. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“He wasn't afraid. He just didn't care. And that was very, very different.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“This was what true fear was- that you could never know other people, not completely.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Her fierce and fearful friend --who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I'm scared all the time," she whispered. "You'd be an idiot if you weren't," Anne said. "And you wouldn't be brave either.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Are you ever afraid to go to sleep? Afraid of what comes next?” He smiles a sad little smile and I swear… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“But again, it’s as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears and past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“red mean?” For a moment I see fear flashing in Hunter’s eyes, and suddenly I am cold again. “Red means run,” he… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I'm feeling anxious about tonight - half dread and half excitement - like when you hear thunder and know that any second… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“When people were afraid, they did not always do what they knew to be right. They turned away. They closed their eyes.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Take down the walls. Otherwise you must live closely, in fear, building barricades against the unknown, saying prayers against the darkness, speaking… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They say the cure is about happiness, but I understand now that it isn't, and it never was. It's about fear: fear… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I’m scared, I want to say. I have a bad feeling. I love you and don’t want you to get hurt. But… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“That was the kind of world they live in: When people were afraid, they did not always do what they knew to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Standing there in-between two disgusting Dumpsters in some crappy alley with the whole world crumbling down around me, and hearing Alex say… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind. — 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
