Top 500 Lauren Oliver Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “Maybe it would be better if we didn’t love. If we didn’t lose, either. If we didn’t get out hearts stomped on, shattered; if we didn’t have to patch and repatch it until we’re like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together by who knows what.”

— Lauren Oliver

152. “And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.”

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153. “Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish.”

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154. “This was what true fear was – that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.”

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155. “Droplets, droplets: we are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path.”

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156. “I’ve learned to get really good at this – say one thing when I’m thinking about something else, act like I’m listening when I’m not, pretend to be calm and happy when I’m really freaking out. It’s one of the skills you perfect as you get older.”

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157. “Sometimes people stop loving you. And that’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again, filling the sky with a weak approximation of light.”

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158. “Live free or die. Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under my fingertips. Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth.”

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159. “Hearts are fragile things. That’s why you have to be so careful.”

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160. “I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust – and also to make you feel so whole?”

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161. “As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes for a second, as though I’m looking at him through my camera lens, zoomed in all the way, the world pausing for that tiny span of time between the opening and closing of the shutter.”

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162. “He doesn’t love me. He never loved me. All along, he’s loved her.”

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163. “The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.”

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164. “In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull. Alex, come back. There is nothing to do but sink. The hours close around me, encase me completely, like a tomb.”

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165. “It’s like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don’t care.”

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166. “All this time, I thought we were growing apart because I was leaving Lena behind. But really it was the reverse. She was learning to lie. She was learning to love.”

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167. “Do a good thing and something bad happens. Do a bad thing and something good happens. Do nothing and everything explodes.”

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168. “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.”

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169. “I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind – by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.”

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170. “It’s the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feels like the world belongs completely to my friends and me, as though nothing exists apart from out little circle: everywhere else is darkness and quiet.”

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171. “Amazing, isn’t it? That hearts that once beat in sync could be so perfectly and forever separated. That’s the whole process of life, I think: a long, slow process of separation. It can be cured only by the reabsorption into everything, into the single heartbeat of time.”

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172. “In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.”

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173. “He looks funny in a suit jacket, like a bear dressed up in costume for the circus. I would never tell him that, though.”

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174. “That’s when you realize that most of it-life, the relentless mechanism of existing-isn’t about you. It doesn’t include you at all. It will thrust onward even after you’ve jumped the edge. Even after you’re dead.”

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175. “You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist.”

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

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177. “We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.”

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178. “If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now.”

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179. “But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.”

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180. “It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day, you can think you know them and then you found out you hardly know them at all.”

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181. “Funny how things can stay the same forever and then change so quickly.”

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182. “It amazes me how easy it is for things to change, how easy it is to start off down the same road you always take and wind up somewhere new. Just one false step, one pause, on detour...”

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183. “Amor deliria nervosa: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. Symptom number twelve.”

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184. “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.”

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

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186. “What I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures.”

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187. “The inside jokes weren’t inside jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.”

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188. “She was mine before she was yours.”

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189. “Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.”

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190. “If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.”

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191. “So we’re different. Who cares? We chose to escape together. We chose to stay together. We chose each other, didn’t we?”

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192. “The rest you have to find out for yourself.”

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193. “Huamns, uregulated, are cruel and capricious; violet and selfish; miserable and quarrelsome. It is only after their instincts and basic emotions have been controlled that they can be happy, generous, and good.”

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194. “Grief is like sinking, like being buried.”

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195. “We all need mantras, I guess – stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.”

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196. “There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry.”

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197. “The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.”

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198. “Waste today, want tomorrow...”

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199. “I’ve never really thought about it before, but it’s a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how many skies: the pale brightness of spring, when it feels like the hole world’s blushing; the lush, bright boldness of a July noon; purple storm skies and a green queasiness just before lightning strikes and crazy multicolored sunsets that look like someone’s acid trip.”

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200. “Until, one day, she wasn’t.”

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