This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Over the past week, I’ve accepted that I will never love Julian as much as I loved Alex. But now that idea… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For… — 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
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing. For now, there is only a homestead built of trash and scraps,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
...the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. This is half the reason for the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you. You… — 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
