The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It occurs to me that for a long time she has been doing her own version of resisting. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For the first time in my life I've done something for me and by choice and not because somebody told me it… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“They have tried to squeeze us out, to stamp us into the past. But we are still here. And there are more… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“on the day that started it all, that rocketed me forward and landed me here, in this new body, in this new… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“...and for a second I feel an overwhelming sense of joy, and I think she's done it, she's flying, and time seems… — 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
I have a beautiful pair of Giuseppe Zanotti black pumps that make me feel like a model every time I put them… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I close my eyes. An image flashes—emerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For the first time in my life I actually feel sorry for Carol. I'm only seventeen years old, and I already know… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I'm gone, lost, floating away into nothingness like I am in my dream, but this time it's a good feeling - like… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“It seems impossibly, unbelievably long ago—when I could sit in a room with carpet, when we could spend days messing around, doing… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“ And kissing Kent, because that's when I realized that time doesn't matter. That's when I realized that certain moments go on… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It amazes me how easy it is for things to change, how easy it is to start off down the same road… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I’m frightened. This is how it starts. Even if he is cured, even if he is safe—the fact is, I’m not safe,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I've been alone with him countless times, but this feels different. Here there are no eyes waiting to catch us, no voices… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I want to apologize to you,” she says calmly. “Oh yeah? For what?” I don’t have time for this. We don’t have… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“won’t go wrong.” Hana stands up and stares at me for a moment. “I promise,” she says slowly, giving each word weight,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“There's no way to escape the crushing sense of loss, the endless exhaustion of time sawing away at the people and things… — 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
“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
“Most things, even the greatest moments on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city might begin… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Most of the time one night blends into the next and weeks blend into weeks and months into other months. And sooner… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“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
Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feels like the world belongs completely… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But you can build a future out of anything. A scrap, a flicker. The desire to go forward, slowly, one foot at… — 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
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
“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
“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
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
“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
“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
“Stop!” His voice rings out sharply, hard as a slap. He releases me and I stumble backward. “Alex is dead, do you hear me?… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
..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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
