1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the color of fire, and it smells like things turning into earth. I loved the silence – the only sound the steady drum of the hooves and the horse’s breathing.

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.

Everyone has the pushed and prodded and tugged look that rich people have, like they’re just giant pieces of taffy, ready to be molded.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other’s wounds; they repair the broken skin.

Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs.

He’s stuck with me and I’m stuck with him. We’re stuck. That’s what growing up is all about, I guess.

What did Saturday’s used to taste like? Like eggs and fried ham and the bitter smell of hair in heavy rollers. Like long quiet hours and making up after a fight. Like ointment and bruising. Like waiting, especially, for something – anything – to happen.

I don’t know whether these feelings – this thing growing inside of me – is something horrible and sick or the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Either way, I can’t stop it. I’ve lost control. And the truly sick thing is that despite everything, I’m glad.

It’s not my fault I can’t be like you, okay? I don’t get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That’s just not how I work. I don’t think I can be fixed.