“It’s us against them, three against countless thousands. But for some reason, and even though it’s absurd, at that moment I feel… — 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
With 'Delirium,' I had to spend time thinking about the political, social and religious structure of a different world. But it was… — 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
“...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
The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Other memories—from different times and places, from my old life—have weasled their way in alongside these. It's transfiguration, the slippery nature of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I remember I once saw this old movie...; in it the main character was talking about how sad it is that the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out… — 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
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
“That’s when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they’re over they still go on, even after you're dead… — 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 know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees… — 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
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
“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
All this time, I thought we were growing apart because I was leaving Lena behind. But really it was the reverse. She… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“If she could see the beauty of this underground world, and appreciate what it means: the music, the dancing, the feeling of… — 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
“Parents teach you a lot of things, but the most important thing they teach you is this: how people will fuck you… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
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
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 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
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
“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
“That’s when it happens. The moment of death is full of heat and sound and pain bigger than anything, a funnel of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind & the gibberish of trees… — 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
We stand there for a moment, looking at each other, and in that instant I feel our connection so strongly it's as… — 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
