1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of cold things, and days that look like darkness.

That’s what magic is, Nick,” she says, her voice soft. “It’s just faith...

The old Lena is dead,” I say, and then push past him, back down through the gully toward the camp. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt, or be hurt. Alex.

Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees. Live free or die.

Finishing books – and leaving the world you’ve created – is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry.

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind – by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him.

Life’s the sum total of all our small mistakes, little tragedies, bad choices. Addition on top of addition. They pile up and pile up until the cost of keeping up appearances is too high and the weight is just too much. Then: collapse.

And you should hear the music. Incredible, amazing music, like nothing you’ve ever heard, music that almost takes your head off, you know? That makes you want to scream and jump up and down and break stuff and cry...