1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

Freedom is exhausting.

He passes beyond me and stops by the new girl. “Here,” he says. His voice is gentle, the voice of the old Alex, the Alex of my memories. “I brought you some water. Don’t worry. It’s clean.

The rest you have to find out for yourself.

You came form different starts and you’ll come to different ends.

Kiss Kent. Really kiss him, slow and long, somewhere outside – maybe while it’s snowing. Maybe standing in the woods. He’ll lean forward and he’ll have little snowflakes on his eyelashes again and he’ll brush the hair away from my face and put a warm hand behind my neck, so warm it’s almost burning –.

Poetry isn’t like any writing I’ve ever heard before. I don’t understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.

Funny how people could be around you for so many years, and be so off the mark.

My stomach gets that hollowed-out feeling. It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.

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