Quotes by Lauren Oliver

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

Mama, Mama, help me get homeIm out in the woods, I am out on my own.I found me a werewolf, a nasty old muttIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut.Mama, Mama, help me get homeIm out in the woods, I am out on my own.I was stopped by a vampire, a rotting old wreckIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck.Mama, Mama, put me to bedI wont make it home, Im already half-dead.I met an Invalid, and fell for his artHe showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.-From A Childs Walk Home, Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales

I know that the whole point—the only point—is tofind the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse tolet them go.

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. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, and without fear.I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: Its 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.

And you cant love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.

Now Id rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose.We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

Id rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. Id rather die loving Alex than live without him.

Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

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

I told you, he whispers back. I can feel his breath just tickling the space behind my ear, making my hair prick up on my neck. I like you.You dont know me, I say quickly.I want to, though.

Live free or die.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. Thats what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

Popularitys a weird thing. You cant really define it, and its not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.

Hunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think its the effect or vice versa

It was so strange, the way that life moved forward: the twists and the dead ends, the sudden opportunities. She supposed if you could predict or foresee everything that was going to happen, you’d lose the motivation to go through it all. The promise was always in the possibility.