1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don’t know. I don’t care anymore. It is different – it is being alive.

Scratching my way through minutes that feel like years, and years that have run by me like sand, like waste. But.

Or maybe it’s life that is the infection: a feverish dream, a hallucination of feelings. Death is purification, a cleansing, a cure.

Here’s another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you’re dead, it’s the only thing that keeps you alive.

The worst is knowing I can’t tell anybody what’s happening -or what’s happened- to me. Not even my mom.

The horizon is touched with red: the sun is rising, a rusty colour, the colour of old blood, and I’m so filled with fear it is an agony, a shredding feeling, worse than any nightmare I’ve ever had.

She knew, now, that there was always light – beyond the dark, and the fear, out of the depths; there was sun to reach for, and air and space and freedom. There was always a way up, and out, and no need to be afraid.

Sorry is one of the worst words of all: it hardly ever means what you want it to” -Mia.

My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance – wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.