Lauren Oliver Quotes - Page 4

Up and down, up and down, a ladder of choices leading to the next choice, and the next, until suddenly you've run out of choices, and ladder, and you find time as rare and thin as air on a mountain. Then it's oops, sorry, turn's over.

For the shortest time, shorter than the shortest secon'd breath, you get to stand up to infinity.
But eventually, and always, infinity wins.

even as each minute seems to take an hour, each hour seems to fly by in a minute.

Time waits for no man, but progress waits for man to inact it.

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you.
-Lauren Oliver, Delerium

I'm scared all the time," she whispered. "You'd be an idiot if you weren't," Anne said. "And you wouldn't be brave either.

Her fierce and fearful friend -who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who was terrified of germs and dogs and ladders.

He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a crown of leaves, of thorns, of flames. His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent If we had ten thousand billion years.

I was going to tell you that you look beautiful with your hair down. That's all I was going to say.

no glove, no love

Look, I'm not going to have sex with him just so he'll say that he loves me, you know?"

...That isn't why I was planning to have sex with Rob - to hear the words, I mean. I just wanted to get it over with. I think. Actually, I'm not sure why it seemed so important.

The air is still and freezing cold. The sky is a perfect, pale blue. The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it has just spilled itself over the horizon and it's too lazy to clean itself up.

It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

It's like the idea of him is better than the him of him.

I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.
I love you, Julian. But the words don’t come.

Somehow, the pain only makes it better, more intense, more worth it.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

We are such small, stupid things. For most of my life I thought of nature as the stupid thing: Blind, animal, destructive. We, the humans, were clean and smart and in control: we had wrestled the rest of the world into submission, battered it down, pinned it to a glass slide and the pages of The Bool of Shhh.

People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.