Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we… — 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
That's when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they're over they still go on, even after you're dead… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that vanish behind us, for the people we leave behind,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“That was half a year and a lifetime ago. For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
