24 Quotes About Lauren Oliver

Lauren Oliver is a writer and artist with a passion for life. Her prose, poetry, and artwork have been featured in a variety of publications including The Huffington Post, Teen Vogue, The Guardian, and The New York Times. She lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband and two sons. Lauren is the author of the young adult novels Delirium and Before I Fall Read more

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I'd rather die on my own terms than live on...
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I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him. Lauren Oliver
Find the things that matter, and hold on to them,...
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Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go. Lauren Oliver
I told you,
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I told you, " he whispers back. I can feel his breath just tickling the space behind my ear, making my hair prick up on my neck. "I like you."" You don't know me, " I say quickly." I want to, though. Lauren Oliver
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And it's the funniest thing: as soon as I see it, the whistling in my ears stops and the feeling of terror drains away, and I realize this whole time I haven't been falling at all. I've been floating. Lauren Oliver
He is my world and my world is him and...
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He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world. Lauren Oliver
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Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?"" I don't know any other way."" Let me show you." And then we're kissing. Or at least, I think we're kissing– I've only seen it done a couple of times, quick closed-mouth pecks at weddings or on formal occasions. But this isn't like anything I've ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: this is like music or dancing but better than both. Lauren Oliver
This is what I want. This is the only thing...
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This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else–every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss–has meant nothing. Lauren Oliver
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I know the rules. I've been living here longer than you have." He cracks a smile then. He nudges me back. "Hardly.""Born and raised. You're a transplant." I nudge him again, a little harder, and he laughs and tries to catch hold of my arm. I squirm away, giggling, and he stretches out to tickle my stomach. "Country bumpkin! " I squeal, as he grabs out and wrestles me back onto the blanket, laughing." City slicker, " he says, rolling over on top of me, and then kisses me. Everything dissolves: heat, explosions of color, floating. Lauren Oliver
Hope keeps you alive.
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Hope keeps you alive. Lauren Oliver
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Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and shouting outside get warped and weird like they're being filtered through water, and Alex looks miles away. I start to think I might be dreaming, or about to pass Lauren Oliver
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It's weird how much people change... It's kind of sad, if you think about it. Like there's no continuity in people at all. Like something ruptures when you hit twelve, or thirteen, or whatever the age is when you're no longer a kid but a "young adult", and after that you're a totally different person. Maybe even a less happy person. Maybe even a worse one. Lauren Oliver
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I am falling, tumbling through the air, but this time the darkness is alive around me, full of beating things, and I realize that I'm not surrounded by dark but have only had my eyes closed all this time. I open them, feeling silly, and at the same time a hundred thousand butterlies take off around me, so many of them in so many brilliant colors they are like a solid rainbow, temporarily obscuring the sun. But as they wing higher and higher they reveal a landscape below us, all green and gold and sun-drenched fields and pink-tinged clouds drifting underneath me, and the air around me is clear and blue and sweet smelling, and I'm laughing, laughing, laughing as I spin through the air because, of course, I haven't been falling all the time. I've been flying. . Lauren Oliver
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It was unfair that people could pretend to be one thing when they were really something else. That they would get you on their side and then do nothing but fail, and fail, and fail again. People should come with warnings, like cigarette packs: involvement would kill you over time. Lauren Oliver
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Lord, help us root our feet to the earth And our eyes to the road And always remember the fallen angels Who, attempting to soar, Were seared instead by the sun and, wings melting, Came crashing back to the sea. Lord, help root my eyes to the earth And stay my eyes to the road So I may never st Lauren Oliver
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Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go. Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of old things, and days that look like darkness. . Lauren Oliver
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I keep quiet and look out the window. The light is weak and watery-looking, like the sun hast just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to clean itself up. The shadows are as sharp and pointed as needles. I watch three black crows take off simultaneausly from a telephone wire and wish I could take off too, move up, up, up, and watch the ground drop away from me the way it does when you're on an airplane, folding and compressing into itself like an origami figure, until everything is flat and brightly colored - until the world is like a drawing of itself. Lauren Oliver
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If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were. You just have to look up Lauren Oliver
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Is what I did really so bad? So bad I deserve to die? So bad I deserved to die like that? I what I did really so much worse than waht anybody else does? Is it really so much worse than what you do? Think about it. Lauren Oliver
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Amazingly, I can still see the stars: whole galaxies blooming from nothing - pink and purple suns, vast silver oceans, a thousand white moons. Lauren Oliver
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Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame. Lauren Oliver
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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. Lauren Oliver
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The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win. Lauren Oliver