Top 500 Lauren Oliver Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “You must hurt, or be hurt.”

— Lauren Oliver

252. “You don’t reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.”

— Lauren Oliver

253. “I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.”

— Lauren Oliver

254. “Sometimes day and night reverse. Sometimes up goes down and down goes up, and love turns into hate, and the things you counted on get washed out from under your feet, leaving you pedaling in the air.”

— Lauren Oliver

255. “I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.”

— Lauren Oliver

256. “An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting me from the inside, making me want to scream, jump, squirm. I ran.”

— Lauren Oliver

257. “Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That’s another reason I can’t read anymore.”

— Lauren Oliver

258. “There’s a metaphor in that somewhere – like all of life is about ending up somewhere you didn’t expect, and learning to just be happy with it.”

— Lauren Oliver

259. “Lyra and Caelum: the two replicas with names plucked straight from the stars.”

— Lauren Oliver

260. “It’s like high school holds two different worlds, revolving around each other an never touching; the haves and the have-nots. I guess it’s a good thing. High school is supposed to prepare you for the real world, after all.”

— Lauren Oliver

261. “Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we spoon to our babies.”

— Lauren Oliver

262. “Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you – sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt.”

— Lauren Oliver

263. “I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.”

— Lauren Oliver

264. “And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles and secrets; their words are like a fairy-tale tangle of thorns, which place a wall between us.”

— Lauren Oliver

265. “I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.”

— Lauren Oliver

266. “But those are just words, and words are just stories, and eventually, always, stories come to an end.”

— Lauren Oliver

267. “Beautiful,” and when his eyes meet mine I know that he really, truly means it.”

— Lauren Oliver

268. “Funny how time heals. Like that bullet in my ribs. It’s there, I know it’s there, but I can barely feel it at all anymore.”

— Lauren Oliver

269. “My heart is fluid and soaring. There’s no longer any space between heartbeats.”

— Lauren Oliver

270. “I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff drifting off on the wind.”

— Lauren Oliver

271. “It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.”

— Lauren Oliver

272. “This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.”

— Lauren Oliver

273. “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.”

— Lauren Oliver

274. “I wonder if you fall forever and ever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.”

— Lauren Oliver

275. “Shhh.”my mother said She presses her lips to my forehead, strokes my hair, just like she used to when I was a child. I am a baby once again in her arms – helpless and needy. “I’m here now.”

— Lauren Oliver

276. “Poetry isn’t like any writing I’ve ever heard before. I don’t understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.”

— Lauren Oliver

277. “They say the cure is about happiness, but I understand now that it isn’t, and it never was. It’s about fear: fear of pain, fear of hurt, fear, fear, fear – a blind animal existence, bumping between walls, shuffling between ever-narrowing hallways, terrified and dull and stupid.”

— Lauren Oliver

278. “I start to back away before I do something wildly inappropriate, like jump on top of him.”

— Lauren Oliver

279. “Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.”

— Lauren Oliver

280. “I started to think about time, and how it keeps moving and draining and flowing forever forward, seconds into minutes into days into years, all of it leading to the same place, a current running forever in one direction. And we’re all going and swimming as fast as we can, helping it along.”

— Lauren Oliver

281. “Memory is like that, too. We build careful bridges. But they’re weaker than we think.”

— Lauren Oliver

282. “Magnetism, my chem teacher would call it. The seeking for a thing of its pair.”

— Lauren Oliver

283. “So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.”

— Lauren Oliver

284. “We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.”

— Lauren Oliver

285. “It’s Connecticut: being like the people around you is the whole point.”

— Lauren Oliver

286. “That’s my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it’s late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It’s times like that when I’m sure that I’m in love.”

— Lauren Oliver

287. “I guess it’s the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they’re strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.”

— Lauren Oliver

288. “It is a strange phrase, ‘falling in love,’” said one of the princesses in the tower. Tears stood out on her cheeks, and even these were pretty, reflecting the blue sky above her. “It sounds like something you do accidentally, by yourself. But isn’t someone else always to blame? They should call it strangling in love. Walloped in love. Knocked-out-of-nowhere in love.”

— Lauren Oliver

289. “He makes me feel like music.”

— Lauren Oliver

290. “Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison.”

— Lauren Oliver

291. “That’s the problem with lies. They aren’t solid. They melt, and seep, and leak into the truth. And sooner or later, everything’s just a muddle.”

— Lauren Oliver

292. “Julian will go to the gallows for us, and we will smile, and dream of victory – hazy-red, soon to come, a blood-colored dawn.”

— Lauren Oliver

293. “This is the language of the world before – a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair – before the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.”

— Lauren Oliver

294. “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.”

— Lauren Oliver

295. “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

296. “I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.”

— Lauren Oliver

297. “Funny how certain things stay with you.”

— Lauren Oliver

298. “I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.”

— Lauren Oliver

299. “A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mouth of the ocean.”

— Lauren Oliver

300. “And then, just at that moment, when I’m no longer sure if I’m dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.”

— Lauren Oliver