Top 540 Quotes & Sayings by Lauren Oliver - Page 4

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

Raven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes wide. Then she begins teetering backward, and I know that she is dead. Falling, falling, falling . . .

Of course. That's what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own.

All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities, or your one-bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of metal and chink, the fragments of stone filling your stomach. And pull, and pull, and pull. I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

And we did, and it wasn’t bad. We ate the whole stupid can, we were so hungry. And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.” I’m gasping, feeling as though I am about to drown; I’m reaching for him blindly, grabbing at his collar.

you have to understand. i wasn't just thinking of me. i was thinking of her, too.

Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

only when it rains. and sometimes, too, when i remember.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons. You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.

He was still in love with you, anyway.

I remember Lena's expression when he knocked on the door; and how Alex had looked at her when she finally let him into the storeroom. I remember exactly what he was wearing, too, and the mess of his hair, the sneakers with their blue-tinged laces. His right shoe was untied. He didn't notice. He didn't notice anything but Lena.

The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could think about it, or stop it. The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.

I was glad when the invalids were executed

And even if she isn’t—even if by some miracle, she survived the escape and has been squeezing out a living in the Wilds—she would never join forces with the resisters. She would never be violent or vengeful. Not Lena, who used to practically faint when she pricked a finger, who couldn’t even lie to a teacher about being late. She wouldn’t have the stomach for it.

Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

There's still always the possibility that I've gone totally, clinically cuckoo. But somehow I don't think so anymore. An article I once read said that crazy people don't worry about being crazy - that's the whole problem.

That’s what you do for family. Anything.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

The first one, we’ll name Blue.

He looked at me like I was beautiful.

There are no happy endings, only breaks in the regular action.

In one of the tents, Julian is sleeping. And in another: Alex

people do terrible things, sometimes, for the best reasons.

Not gray, exactly. Right before the sun rises there's a moment when the whole sky goes this pale nothing color-not really gray but sort of, or sort of white, and I've always really liked it because it reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me

Despite the fact that Raven and Tack are often fighting, it's impossible to imagine one without the other. They are like two plants that have grown around each other - they strangle and squeeze and support at the same time.

Welcome to the free world. We give people the power to choose. They can even choose the wrong thing. Beautiful, isn't it?

Because I think you're right. You can make a difference." He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually came in the form of a test. He told me fate liked to be worshiped. It liked to see us fall on out knees before it offered to help us up..." ?

That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.

His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.

Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I did it on a hundred different days and in a thousand different ways, and I know it. But this makes the anger worse, not better.

Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy

Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling back and adjusting.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.

it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.