1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

What was the point of trying at all, if in the end you were no better, no longer, no more real than a bathroom sink and a rust stain?

I’m not ugly but I’m not pretty either. Everything is in-between. I have eyes that aren’t green or brown, but a muddle. I’m not thin but I’m not fat either. the only thing you could definitely say about me is that: I’m short.

Maybe before you die, it’s your ghosts you see.

She knew that there were electrical currents in the body and was what she was reminded of now. of currents flowing between them, of thousands of lights.

Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us – long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It’s the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.

I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.

The world has nothing to offer me, no single shred of interest. I’m a woman trapped on a balcony, watching a passing parade, a blur of noise and motion that eventually turns to a single point on the horizon, a gutter full of trampled and muddy cups, and the sense of wasting an afternoon.

Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys – maybe you just have to be angry all the time.