“...the skinniest of hope, the edge of an edge. But still hope"(p. 420).” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Amazing how hope lives. Without air or water, with hardly anything at all to nurture it. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Here's another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you're dead, it's the only thing that keeps you alive. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
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
Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Are seeds of hope, yes. Of course."..."The nocturni are the bearers of the hope seeds."..."That's why it's such bad luck to cross… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But hope got in, no matter how hard and fast I tried to stomp it out. Like these tiny fire ants we… — 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
“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
