You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Take down the walls. That is, after all, the whole point. You do not know what will happen if you take down… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's surprisingly nice out here, peaceful and pretty-strange to be standing in the middle of a little garden while enclosed by the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing. For now, there is only a homestead built of trash and scraps,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The walls are covered -crammed- with writing. No. Not writing. They are covered with a single four-letter word that has been inscribed… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don’t… — 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
“Take down the walls. That is, after all, the whole point. You do not know what will happen if you take down… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Take down the walls. That is, after all, the whole point. You do not know what will happen if you take down… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don't… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities, or your one-bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Over the past week, I’ve accepted that I will never love Julian as much as I loved Alex. But now that idea… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles… — 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
