Please understand. Please forgive me. I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful. Don't hate me. I… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day, you can think you know them and then you… — 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
It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“The sky is stained pink and purple, and the shadows are thick, stark brush strokes on the ground. But the air is… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“This is how Tack and Raven work: It’s their private language of push and return, argument and concession. With the cure, relationships… — lauren oliver Copy Share Image
That’s just the kind of thing that kids do to each other. It’s no big deal. There’s always going to be a… — 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
“Do you want any breakfast, Sam?” my mom asks. I never eat breakfast at home, but my mom still asks me every… — 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
