Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees. Live free or die — 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
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“...how in the end it's impossible to understand the finality of certain things, certain words, certain moments.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt. — 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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Words that mean nothing, really, just sound intoned into vastness and darkness, little scrabbling attempts to latch onto something when we're falling.” — 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
And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles… — 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
“Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees. "Live free or die." Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“She liked the word ineffable because it meant a feeling so big or vast that it could not be expressed in words.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my… — 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
