My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
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
The priests and the scientists are right about one thing: At our heart, at our base, we are no better than animals. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have… — 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
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
Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose, either. If we didn't get out hearts stomped on,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And this, really, is the story-within-the-story, because if you do not believe that hearts can bloom suddenly bigger, and that love can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I hate both of my parents right now: for sitting quietly in our house, while out in the darkness my heart was… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it's the good kind of ache, like the feeling you… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
People could push and pull at you, and poke you, and probe as deep as they could go. They could even tear… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I didn't even know a heart could beat so loudly...it reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe story we had to read… — 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
Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I found me a werewolf,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Of all the systems of the body - neurological, cognitive, special, sensory - the cardiological system is the most sensitive and easily… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown… — 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
