“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Most things, even the greatest moments on earth, have their beginnings in something small.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.” — 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
Amor deliria nervosa: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. Symptom… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it:… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for his… — 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
“I told you," he whispers back. I can feel his breath just tickling the space behind my ear, making my hair prick… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Every day, streets papered with more and more for . Reward, reward, reward. Reward for information. If you see something, say something.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t say it; it is too close… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Lord, help us root our feet to the earth And our eyes to the road And always remember the fallen angels Who,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“No guy in his right mind would ever choose me when there are people like Hana in the world...So I'll be happy… — 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
For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“It's like there's a glass wall between us now, invisible but impenetrable” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“This is one symptom of the deliria no one ever tells you about: Apparently the disease turns you into a world-class liar.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
With 'Delirium,' I had to spend time thinking about the political, social and religious structure of a different world. But it was… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“What's poetry?" I've never heard the word before, but I like the sound of it. It sounds elegant and easy, somehow, like… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everything looks beautiful. The Book of Shhh says that deliria alters your perception, disables your ability to reason clearly, impairs you from… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The devil stole into the Garden of Eden. He carried with him the disease - amor deliria nervosa - in the form… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and shouting outside get warped and weird like they're… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you -… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Most things, even the greatest moments on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city might begin… — 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
