We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing... — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“The lights burn bright for those who obey; the others will live in shadow all the days of their lives (The Book… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“She knew, now, that there was always light – beyond the dark, and the fear, out of the depths; there was sun… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“She knew, now, that there was always light—beyond the dark, and the fear, out of the depths; there was sun to reach… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“The Bravery was in moving forward, no matter what. Someday, she might be called on to jump again. And she would do… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents' smiles frozen, camera flashes blinding,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I'm not scared, if that's what you're wondering. The moment of death is full of sound and warmth and light shooting away,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
As we're standing there I realize we're almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light side of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And this, really, is the story-within-the-story, because if you do not believe that hearts can bloom suddenly bigger, and that love can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“The sun is beautiful, long and low on the horizon like it’s stretching itself, like it’s shaking off a nap, and I… — 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
