Top 500 Christina Lauren Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “I miss her so much I need a new language for it.”

— Christina Lauren

352. “Speaking to God feels like instinct, like it’s wired into me. I can’t imagine what I’d do if I left. It’s like standing in an open field and trying to point to the four walls. There’s just no framework to my life without the church.”

— Christina Lauren

353. “He’ll be very good for someone, and I’m sad it won’t be me.”

— Christina Lauren

354. “I always expected to fall in love and feel jittery or hyperaware or overwhelmed. I never expected falling in love with someone would just make me feel even more comfortable in my own skin.”

— Christina Lauren

355. “Good?” she whispered, stroking the sensitive skin there, no smile, no frown, simply needing to know. I nodded, reaching to run my thumb over her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

— Christina Lauren

356. “Drama always settles with the dullest outcome possible.”

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357. “But then there’s a matter of what we did on the mountain, we kissed and it wasn’t a simple kiss or accidental peck, but a kiss with tongue and hands and lips and intent.”

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358. “Good, because all of those voices in your head telling you that I wouldn’t be happy with you long-term or you’re not worth giving up my life for are just thoughts, Lil. Just because thoughts are loud or constant doesn’t mean they’re right.”

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359. “There’s no way a person could have this much diarrhea and survive.”

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360. “Just keep telling me pretty and it’ll be fine. Oh and wine. Wine will help.”

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361. “Do you think about it?” she asked. “Kissing me there?” “I have,” I admitted. “I think about it and wonder if I’d ever come up for air.”

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362. “Trust your muse... But what if I don’t have one? There’s a part of me that worries I don’t love to write enough to do it all day, my entire life... I think part of what’s keeping me from starting is the fear that I won’t actually love it, and then I’ll be left with a degree I won’t use, and no other prospects.”

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363. “I pride myself on being steady and unruffled even with my friends, and so I’m trying to get myself together, but goddamn, it is hard. They’re making a movie out of my childhood ideas.”

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364. “I tell you I love you, and I don’t even get a ‘thanks’ or ’how lovely.”

— Christina Lauren

365. “I miss you, I tell him. I wasn’t ready. I still needed you.”

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366. “Do you think you could love me, too?”

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367. “I don’t care what the doctrine is. After all, it’s not my church.”

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368. “I’d suspect most people comment on your eyes,” he said quietly, running a fingertip across her collarbone. “That startling, bright blue.” Surely he could feel her heart scaling her windpipe. He didn’t seem to remember there was anyone else in the room. “But I prefer your mouth.” “You do?” Jess managed. “I do,” he said, and bent, kissing her forehead. “You don’t give those smiles away for free.”

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369. “His voice is both low and quiet, and it has this hypnotic rhythm to it. I wonder whether someday he’ll give sermons with that voice, whether he’ll throw down judgement with that voice.”

— Christina Lauren

370. “I wasn’t thinking of this roomful of people when I put the cologne on earlier. I was thinking of you.”

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371. “Just look pretty for me.”

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372. “I pulled out a kitchen stool, sinking down onto it. Running a half marathon didn’t exhaust me as much as all of this did. My love for her was a heavy, pulsing, living thing, and it made me feel crazy, and anxious, and famished. I hated seeing her stressed and scared. I hated seeing her upset at my anger, but even worse was the knowledge that she had the power to break my heart and had very little experience being careful about it. I was completely at her fumbling, inexperienced mercy.”

— Christina Lauren

373. “I thought about getting a cat today. That’s a solid step into the commitment zone.”

— Christina Lauren

374. “How can he feel both like an adventure and a comfort?”

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375. “The acceptable grieving period for the loss of my marriage and all the things it meant for my life had expired. The rest of the world had moved on. I was supposed to, too.”

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376. “But I’m saying that I love you,” I continue,” because I sometimes think we as a society hold too many things back. We’re afraid of being vulnerable or rejected, we’re scared that we’re weird or say things that no one else thinks. And that’s okay. I’m not scared of that with you.”

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377. “This is my Hanna.”

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378. “I rarely admit this ambition anymore because it seems to always garner this exact reaction: an odd combination of surprised and impressed. And I can’t tell whether people respond this way because they like the idea that I want to do something difficult and creative, or because nobody looks at me and immediately thinks She’s got stories buried inside her.”

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379. “And also a little creepy to realize how alike we are.”

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380. “She was silly, and confident, and so much her own person it almost made the rest of the world seem monochromatic.”

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381. “He’s a nice guy.” “I’m sure he is. He can be a nice guy who doesn’t get to kiss you.”

— Christina Lauren

382. “I don’t want you to hide. I like you.”

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383. “I wanted to bottle his sounds and eat them later.”

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384. “One of the sound guys approaches with Fizzy’s small mic in his hand. “Ready?” he asks. At her nod, he reaches for the front of her silk shirt and the words shove their way up my throat: “I’ve got it, mate.” He hands it over without any indication that he’s heard the edge in my tone. But Fizzy has. Her smirk is louder than her bursting laugh could ever be.”

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385. “I want to figure out what I like.”

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386. “Come in. Sit anywhere but on the bed. Don’t look cute, don’t get undressed, and don’t touch my underwear.”

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387. “The stars could fall, the ocean could take over the land, and I wouldn’t even realize it until long after Finn slows his hips and runs his hand up my leg and along my side, until he reaches my jaw, cupping it and telling me he’s never wanted anything the way he wants me.”

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388. “She’d missed seeing me like this, I knew. She’s missed seeing me obsessed and hungry to claim, seeing me overcome and wild.”

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389. “Writing is a tie – however tenuous – to him.”

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390. “Finally Max spoke: “They haven’t tried to kill each other in at least four months. It’s confusing the hell out of everyone.”

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391. “But then I met you,′ he says.”

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392. “Finally she turns, reaching for the door. “You’re like my blanket fort.” “I’ve been called worse things.”

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393. “Calvin told me to do something with my brain, but how? Threads of ideas appear on the edge and are gone as soon as my fingers settle on the keys. There’s no connective tissue to string them together, no skeleton to hold them up. I want to live my life with the intensity I see on the stage up there, want to feel passionate about something in the same way. But what if it never happens for me?”

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394. “Free beats talented, every time.”

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395. “I’d had a few of these quiet, crystallizing moments in the past few weeks. Moments where I simultaneously registered how much I’d grown up and how little I really knew about life and relationships. Some of these moments happened when I was watching Bennett and Chloe, and the quiet way they picked on and adored each other in equal measure. Another moment was here, playing a game by myself, feeling more content than I had in a very long time.”

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396. “So every day I would fight for Sebastian, and people in the same boat, who don’t have what I do, who struggle to find themselves in a world that tells them white and straight and narrow gets first pick in the schoolyard game of life.”

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397. “Unraveled and bare, Jess knew in her bones that he was her ninety-eight.”

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398. “It didn’t really get easier, per se. Our sadness just got quieter.”

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399. “And that was never his fault, even if it is his greatest failure.”

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400. “The conversation flowed. The silences were easy. She hadn’t spilled anything down her shirt and he’d called her competent. It was the best date she’d had in seven years.”

— Christina Lauren