Top 500 Lauren Oliver Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “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.”

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

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353. “I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him.”

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354. “Days pass, time ticks away, seconds click forward like dominoes toppling in a line.”

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

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356. “I’ve always hated being looked at.”

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357. “I have Lena back again, but she is changed, and it seems that every day she grows a little more different, a little more distant, as though I am watching her walk down a darkening hallway.”

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358. “She’s like a person looking through the wrong end of a telescope, complaining that everything looks small.”

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359. “If you don’t watch out, they’ll grab you. They’ll take you to the underworld and turn you into a bride.”

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360. “Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.”

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361. “I wonder if this is how people get close: They heal each other’s wounds.”

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362. “Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs.”

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363. “I remember something Mrs. Harbor once said on one of her crazy tangents in English: that Plato believed that the whole world – everything we can see – was just like shadows on a cave wall. We can’t actually see the real thing, the thing that’s casting the shadow in the first place.”

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364. “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 –.”

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365. “It is a beautiful world for the people who get to play the fist.”

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366. “Decaf. The single worst word in the English language.”

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367. “Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go. Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of old things, and days that look like darkness.”

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368. “Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.”

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369. “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.”

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370. “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.”

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

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372. “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.”

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

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

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375. “You see, we didn’t know.”

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376. “Fear. Blame. Don’t forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium.”

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377. “That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy.”

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378. “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.”

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379. “You can’t tell me what to feel.”

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380. “Nothing exists but him.”

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381. “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.”

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382. “Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling back and adjusting.”

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383. “I used to think that’s what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.”

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384. “That’s the thing: We didn’t really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.”

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

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386. “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.”

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387. “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.”

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388. “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.”

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389. “But all you see is the crap. So you don’t have to believe in anything. So you’ll have an excuse to fail.”

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390. “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.”

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391. “Her eyes are shining; she’s excited now, ready to go. For a moment, standing in the fuzzy haze of sunlight still penetrating the blinds, she appears to be glowing, as though lit up by some internal flame. 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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392. “We are all Hangmen.”

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

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394. “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.”

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

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

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

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398. “And you should hear the music. Incredible, amazing music, like nothing you’ve ever heard, music that almost takes your head off, you know? That makes you want to scream and jump up and down and break stuff and cry...”

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399. “Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever.”

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400. “She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.”

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