Top 500 Lauren Oliver Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from – this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.”

— Lauren Oliver

302. “I didn’t realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.”

— Lauren Oliver

303. “Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who’s with who and did you hear.”

— Lauren Oliver

304. “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

305. “He makes me feel like music.”

— Lauren Oliver

306. “If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing...”

— Lauren Oliver

307. “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

308. “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

309. “She didn’t realize how much depends on what you’re remembered for. Sometimes, it’s so much better to be forgotten.”

— Lauren Oliver

310. “He was still in love with you, anyway.”

— Lauren Oliver

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

— Lauren Oliver

312. “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

313. “But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn’t – though he couldn’t – ever love me back.”

— Lauren Oliver

314. “But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.”

— Lauren Oliver

315. “It’s for the best. But no matter how many times I repeat it, the strange, hollow feeling in my stomach doesn’t go away. And ridiculous as it is, I can’t shake the persistent, needling feeling that I’ve forgotten something, or missed something, or lost something forever.”

— Lauren Oliver

316. “A name that brings a taste of sunshine, and of sunshine raising mist from the trees, and of mist reaching toward the sky.”

— Lauren Oliver

317. “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

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

— Lauren Oliver

319. “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

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

— Lauren Oliver

321. “I don’t understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.”

— Lauren Oliver

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

— Lauren Oliver

323. “I suppose, in some sense, wills are like maps: they are the imprint we leave, the places our affections have been entrenched; the work we have done; the money we have burrowed away; the furrows and the paths that lead back to spaces we have gone, and marked, and loved.”

— Lauren Oliver

324. “This is how we grow: not up, but out, like trees – swelling to encompass all these stories, the promises and lies and bribes and habits.”

— Lauren Oliver

325. “I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.”

— Lauren Oliver

326. “We’re killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.”

— Lauren Oliver

327. “Walking into parties always gives me a crampy feeling at the bottom of my stomach. Its a good feeling though: The feeling of knowing anything can happen. Most of the time nothing does, of course. Most of the time one night blends into the next, and weeks blend into weeks, and months into other months. And sooner or later we die.”

— Lauren Oliver

328. “The idea – the fact of it, the fact that he even noticed and thought about me for more than one second – is huge and overwhelming, makes my legs go tingly and my hands feel numb.”

— Lauren Oliver

329. “Perfect. There’s the word again: a locked-door word – stifling, strangling.”

— Lauren Oliver

330. “Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was jealous.”

— Lauren Oliver

331. “That was the problem with the outside world, the human world. The whole thing was made up puzzles, of a language she didn’t quite speak.”

— Lauren Oliver

332. “My parents were pretty liberal, but they were still parents. I definitely had my teenage rebellion.”

— Lauren Oliver

333. “When a heart breaks, a firefly is born.”

— Lauren Oliver

334. “Here’s the last thing that occurs to me as Sarah recedes in the rearview mirror, slamming out of the car, jogging across the parking lot: If you’re one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.”

— Lauren Oliver

335. “I feel as though I’m in a dream, where strange things are happening but they don’t feel strange. Everything is cloudy – everything is wrapped in a fog – and I’m filled from head to toe with the single, burning desire to get closer to the music, to hear the music better, for the music to go on and on and on.”

— Lauren Oliver

336. “Love obeys no laws other than its own. That’s what always made it frightening.”

— Lauren Oliver

337. “That thing – the heart of hearts of me, the core of my core – stretches and unfurls even further, soaring like a flag: making me feel stronger than I ever have before. I.”

— Lauren Oliver

338. “Y todo me parece absurdo, arbitrario. Una se eleva y la otra cae en picado: pura casualidad, un capricho del azar. Todo se reduce a estar en el momento y el lugar adecuados, o no estarlo.”

— Lauren Oliver

339. “Maybe, the hope said. Maybe.”

— Lauren Oliver

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

— Lauren Oliver

341. “Popularity’s a weird thing. You can’t really define it, and it’s not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.”

— Lauren Oliver

342. “There was always a way up, and out, and no need to be afraid.”

— Lauren Oliver

343. “Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.”

— Lauren Oliver

344. “At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I did it on a hundred different days and in a thousand different ways, and I know it. But this makes the anger worse, not better.”

— Lauren Oliver

345. “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

346. “In books, secret worlds are accessible by doors or keys or other physical objects. But Lovelorn was not such a world, and appeared at whim and only when it felt like it, with a subtle change like the slow shifting of afternoon to evening.”

— Lauren Oliver

347. “People do terrible things, sometimes, for the best reasons. “What’s.”

— Lauren Oliver

348. “They would face it together, as they were then: turned human by joy, by a belonging that felt just like freedom.”

— Lauren Oliver

349. “That’s modernity, if you ask me: endless division.”

— Lauren Oliver

350. “Birds feed; then they nest. Paint them any color you want, send them halfway around the world, but they’ll always find a way back. And eventually they’ll show their true colors again.”

— Lauren Oliver