1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

He stands there with me and murmurs into my hair and kisses the top of my head and lets me cry over losing another boy, a boy I loved better.

Parents teach us our very first lesson about love: that you sure as hell don’t get to choose it.

We’ll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.

I remember something Mrs. Harbor once said on one of her crazy tangents in English: that Plato believed that the whole world – everything we can see – was just like shadows on a cave wall. We can’t actually see the real thing, the thing that’s casting the shadow in the first place.

Before we were the Monsters of Brickhouse Lane – before everyone from Connecticut to California knew us by that tagline, and blogs ran pictures of our faces, and searching our names led to sites that crashed from all the traffic – we were just girls, and there were only two of us.

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

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish.

Now I’d rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

As we’re standing there I realize we’re almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light side of an Oreo cookie, and I think how just as easily it could have been the other way around. She could be blocking my path; I could be trying to slip around her into the dark.