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
Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom. The way to find happiness is through the cure. Therefore, it is only through the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's the beauty of the cure. No one mentions those lost, hot days in the field, when Thomas kissed Rachel's tears away… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I thought if I followed the rules, things would turn out all right. that's the thing about the cure, isn't it? It… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
With the cure, relationships are all the same, and rules and expectations are defined. Without the cure, relationships must be reinvented every… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
...the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. This is half the reason for the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They say that the cure for love will make me happy and safe forever. And I’ve always believed them. Until now. Now… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
If Cassie was invalidated because she caught the disease, or because Fred suspected her of it, I can only imagine what he… — 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
