The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or… — 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
Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half-eaten sandwich of butter and canned sardines,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's surprisingly nice out here, peaceful and pretty-strange to be standing in the middle of a little garden while enclosed by the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Step on a crack , you'll break your mama's back. Step on a stone, you'll end up all alone. Step on a… — 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
All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities, or your one-bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is the world we live in, a world of safety and happiness and order, a world without love. A world where… — 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
