We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The Story of Solomon is the only way I know how to explain. And then, in smaller letters: Forgive me. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I try to write characters that are as real, emotionally and psychologically, as I can make them; I feel the same way… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I don't know whether these feelings - this thing growing inside of me - is something horrible and sick or the best… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Something aches at the very core of me, something ancient and deep and stronger than words: the filament that joins each of… — 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
I'm mesmerized by the way his fingers move confidently along her skin, as though her body is his to reat and touch… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
As we're standing there I realize we're almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light side of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you -… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom. The way to find happiness is through the cure. Therefore, it is only through the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I used to lie here like this all summer long,' I tell her. 'I'd come up here and just stare at the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I remember a story I once heard about drowning: that when you fall into cold water it's not that you drown right… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And now I realize Lindsay's not fearless. She's terrified. She's terrified that people will find out she's faking, bullshitting her way through… — 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
But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Droplets, droplets: we are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
There are times I wish I was more conventional. I would get a husband and a baby and a big SUV in… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me,… — 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
It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Additionally, Liesl and Po is the embodiment of what writing has always been for me at its purest and most basic--not a… — 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
