Top 500 Lauren Oliver Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “There was always a way up, and out, and no need to be afraid.”

— Lauren Oliver

352. “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

353. “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

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

— Lauren Oliver

355. “If secrets were stuffing, the woman would be done up like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

— Lauren Oliver

356. “Nothing exists but him.”

— Lauren Oliver

357. “I don’t know which is worse: that I’m home and so much is different, or that I’m home and so much feels the same.”

— Lauren Oliver

358. “We are all Hangmen.”

— Lauren Oliver

359. “Time jumps. It leaps. It pours away like water through fingers.”

— Lauren Oliver

360. “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

361. “In approved places, every story serves a purpose. But forbidden books are so much more. Some of them are webs; you can feel your way along their threads, but just barely, into strange and dark corners. Some of them are balloons bobbing up through the sky: totally self-contained, and unreachable, but beautiful to watch. And some of them – the best ones – are doors.”

— Lauren Oliver

362. “Kiss Kent. Really kiss him, slow and long, somewhere outside – maybe while it’s snowing. Maybe standing in the woods. He’ll lean forward and he’ll have little snowflakes on his eyelashes again and he’ll brush the hair away from my face and put a warm hand behind my neck, so warm it’s almost burning –.”

— Lauren Oliver

363. “Sometimes I feel like she deserves a best friend who is just a little more special.”

— Lauren Oliver

364. “You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.”

— Lauren Oliver

365. “The salt blowing off the sea makes the air feel textured and heavy.”

— Lauren Oliver

366. “Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half-eaten sandwich of butter and canned sardines, and his mug of thick hot chocolate, which every night he poured carefully into a thermos labeled COFFEE.”

— Lauren Oliver

367. “There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.”

— Lauren Oliver

368. “In the lower half of one wall, she has traced the word so many times in such enormous script – LOVE, each letter the size of a child – and gouged so deeply into the stone that the O has formed a tunnel, and she has gotten out.”

— Lauren Oliver

369. “It’s funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.”

— Lauren Oliver

370. “I was the one who was really buried that day.”

— Lauren Oliver

371. “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

372. “Let me tell you something about dying: it’s not as bad as they says. it’s the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.”

— Lauren Oliver

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

— Lauren Oliver

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

— Lauren Oliver

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

— Lauren Oliver

376. “What was the point of trying at all, if in the end you were no better, no longer, no more real than a bathroom sink and a rust stain?”

— Lauren Oliver

377. “Above our heads, the stars flare and glitter and flash: thousands and thousands of them, so many thousands they look like snowflakes whirling away into the inky dark.”

— Lauren Oliver

378. “Funny how people could be around you for so many years, and be so off the mark.”

— Lauren Oliver

379. “This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.”

— Lauren Oliver

380. “The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.”

— Lauren Oliver

381. “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 all die. But at the beginning of the night anything’s possible.”

— Lauren Oliver

382. “For a split second, he had looked almost like my Alex again.”

— Lauren Oliver

383. “Happiness is found when no one is looking.”

— Lauren Oliver

384. “All I can think is: I need air. The rest of my thoughts are a blur of radio static and fluorescent lights and lab coats and steel tables and surgical knives.”

— Lauren Oliver

385. “It’s a miracle I was able to get out of the house today. It’s a miracle I’m even wearing pants, a double miracle I remembered to wear shoes.”

— Lauren Oliver

386. “Finishing books – and leaving the world you’ve created – is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry.”

— Lauren Oliver

387. “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

388. “And yet there were times when I felt my life full of such richness, such fullness, I couldn’t express it, couldn’t speak or breathe a word because I feared the disruption – even a single breath could ruin it, like wind over a pond. I didn’t want even a ripple.”

— Lauren Oliver

389. “I wonder if it’s ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble into each other, heads down, hoping to avoid collision.”

— Lauren Oliver

390. “He looked at me like I was beautiful.”

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391. “That’s what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable – and all the time we’re being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.”

— Lauren Oliver

392. “Things That Don’t Matter When You’ve Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on at Least Two of Them: Lunch meats and their relative coolness.”

— Lauren Oliver

393. “Just listen, okay?” He grabs my shoulders before I can move past him, and I know, I know that something huge is happening, the kind of thing that takes worlds apart and remakes them. Hurricanes and tornadoes and boys with blue eyes.”

— Lauren Oliver

394. “He’s furious. And something else – another expression is working beneath the anger, a look of hurt so deep it makes me want to curl up and die. It’s crazy how someone else’s pain can do that, just take the legs out from under you” -Mia.”

— Lauren Oliver

395. “I’ve relived that moment so often in my head, I can never be sure what really happened and what we only embellished afterward. But does it matter? We make reality our own, handle it until it is as soft as pressed butter.”

— Lauren Oliver

396. “As we’re standing there I realize we’re almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light side of an Oreo cookie, and I think how just as easily it could have been the other way around. She could be blocking my path; I could be trying to slip around her into the dark.”

— Lauren Oliver

397. “The little scuzzbucket should just marry his right hand and be done with it.”

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398. “Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too. The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.”

— Lauren Oliver

399. “I was glad when the invalids were executed.”

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400. “We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.”

— Lauren Oliver