Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For the first time in a long time, I actually look at her. I've always thought Lena was pretty, but now it… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They say that the cure for love will make me happy and safe forever. And I’ve always believed them. Until now. Now… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a… — 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
The first time I saw you, at the Governor, I handn't been to watch the birds at the border in years. But… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday?” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know. Did you do a lot of… — 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
