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Thinking Quotes by Lauren Oliver

51 Thinking quotes by Lauren Oliver

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A speaker asks, 'Are you surprised that it took me so long to think of death?' highlighting how confronting mortality can feel sudden and unsettling. Another quote notes that everyone you trust will eventually disappoint you, reminding us that relationships can be fragile. A vivid image of feeling pale in sunshine while trying to hide a chest shows how personal insecurities can surface in everyday moments.

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“I was thinking of Lena. Of course. I was always thinking of Lena.”

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I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.

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“I wasn't just thinking of me. I was thinking of her, too.”

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There are more of us than you think.

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Music, I think, he makes me feel like music

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you have to understand. i wasn't just thinking of me. i was thinking of her, too.

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I'm used to a feeling of doubleness, of thinking one thing and having to do another, a constant tug-of-war.

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Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he…

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Everyone you trust, everyone you think you can count on, will eventually disappoint you.

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Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as…

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I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

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I've been so used to thinking of what the borders are keeping out that I haven't considered that they're also penning us…

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How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

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Amor deliria nervosa: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. Symptom…

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It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me,…

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It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and…

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It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one…

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Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else,…

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Be honest: Are you surprised that I didn't realize sooner? Are you surprised that it took me so long to even /think/…

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I've learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like I'm listening…

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There's still always the possibility that I've gone totally, clinically cuckoo. But somehow I don't think so anymore. An article I once…

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I keep having the urge to cross my hands over my chest, to cover up my breasts, to hide. I'm suddenly aware…

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I know some of you are Thinking maybe I deserved it. But before you start pointing Fringers, let me ask you Is…

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That’s a funny thing: you think, when awful things happen, everything else just stops, like you would forget to pee and eat…

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You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can…

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Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?" "I don't know any other way." "Let me show you."…

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Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better…

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I remember a story I once heard about drowning: that when you fall into cold water it's not that you drown right…

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it's weird how much people change. for example, when i was a kid i loved all of these things..and over time all…

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Maybe he sees it on my face, that fraction of a second when I let my guard down, because in that moment…

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I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him

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It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

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There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel…

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My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown…

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Because I think you're right. You can make a difference." He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually…

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It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day, you can think you know them and then you…

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For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into…

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With 'Delirium,' I had to spend time thinking about the political, social and religious structure of a different world. But it was…

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The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my…

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My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison. And if Alex no longer loves…

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Mistake, mistake, mistake. A strange word: stinging, somehow.

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…

“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…

A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a…

“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…

“Stop!” His voice rings out sharply, hard as a slap. He releases me and I stumble backward. “Alex is dead, do you hear me?…

..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special pattern, like…

“You can't judge a book by its steel-toed combat boots.”