This is the language of the world before—a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair—before the blitz turned streets to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust—and also to make you feel so whole? The” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated. Because if it… — 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
I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester,… — 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
