“In my mind, I was reliving my whole life again-slowly, taking my time. Delaying. Because I knew, sooner or later, I'd get… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It is hard and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“For the first time it occurs to me that this, really, might have been the point of the walls and borders, the… — 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 is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone. If you hear the past speaking… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Before, Alex seemed far away. Now the room is full of him: He is so close I can't breathe...move or speak or… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I've known time to stretch out like rings expanding outward over water; I've also known it to rush by with such force… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Maybe he sees it on my face, that fraction of a second when I let my guard down, because in that moment… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“-"your nocturna will never take another human, not for all the length of time in the universe and beyond. Your nocturna is… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Their eyes were flat, incurious, and old- impossibly old, as though instead of looking forward, their eyes saw back to a distant… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“For a moment the mole let his disappointment show on his snout. Then he grunted, "You're much smarter than you smell." Liza… — 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
“Most things, even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city with a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on at Least Two of Them: Lunch meats… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Most of the time - 99 percent of the time - you just don't know how and why the threads are looped… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“red mean?” For a moment I see fear flashing in Hunter’s eyes, and suddenly I am cold again. “Red means run,” he… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But that's the beauty of life: time is yours to keep and to change. Just a few minutes can be sufficient to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown… — 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
“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
