“There are so many things I want to tell her, so many things she doesn't know; like how I remember when she… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Still, I worry. They say that in the old days, love drove people to madness. That’s bad enough. The Book of Shhh… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“That's okay," she says at last, returning her gaze to the fire. "He was still in love with you, anyway.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“(I)f you do not believe that hearts can bloom suddenly bigger, and that love can open like a flower out of even… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a… — 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
“Her fierce and fearful friend --who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Love, the deadliest of all things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don't. But that isn't it,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“So much between us went unsaid; that is the danger, and beauty, of life without the cure. There is always wilderness and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“They are like to plants that have grown around each other- they strangle and squeeze and support at the same time.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“ In one,Einstein is pictured over the words GRAVITY IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR FALLING IN LOVE.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I think of the quietness of Julian's voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow. A beautiful word, when you really think about it.” — 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
“My father will pay,' [Julian] says after a beat. 'I'm valuable to the movement.' I don't say anything. In a world without… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“If Conrad remembered the skinny, frightened girl he'd held for one brief moment on a frigid Boston street corner, he showed no… — 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
