1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

He’s speaking in the tone of voice that everyone uses when they’re about to break you apart. Gentle – kind, even – like they can make the news sound better just by speaking in a lullaby voice.

I suppose, in some sense, wills are like maps: they are the imprint we leave, the places our affections have been entrenched; the work we have done; the money we have burrowed away; the furrows and the paths that lead back to spaces we have gone, and marked, and loved.

You see, we didn’t know.

And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn’t quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.

But maybe happiness isn’t in the choosing. Maybe it’s in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

Words mean different things to different people, at different times, in different places.

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don’t care.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That’s another reason I can’t read anymore.

And for a split second I find her, silhouetted by the sky, arms outstretched like she’s making snow angels in the air or simply laughing, turning in place; for a split second, she comes to me as the clouds, the sun, the wind touching my face and telling me that somehow, someday, it will be okay.