anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky. by Lauren Oliver

anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky.

Lauren Oliver

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That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is... by Lauren Oliver

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

care love-is world

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.

echoes grief letting-go

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see. by Lauren Oliver

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

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.

coffee chocolate night

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.

together writing wind

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how t... by Lauren Oliver

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

people looks moving

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear by Lauren Oliver

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm su... by Lauren Oliver

Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.

Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things. by Lauren Oliver

Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.

That's when you really lose people, you know.When the pain passes... by Lauren Oliver

That's when you really lose people, you know.When the pain passes.

pain knows people

Time jumps. It leaps. It pours away like water through fingers. by Lauren Oliver

Time jumps. It leaps. It pours away like water through fingers.

leap fingers water

Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full... by Lauren Oliver

Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.

glasses air fall

No guy in his right mind would ever choose me when there are people like Hana in the world: It would be like settling for a stale cookie when what you really want is a big bowl of ice cream, whipped cream and cherries and chocolate sprinkles included.

ice-cream guy people

The devil stole into the Garden of Eden. He carried with him the disease - amor deliria nervosa - in the form of a seed. It grew and flowered into a magnificent apple tree, which bore apples as bright as blood. -From Genesis: A Complete History of the World and the Known Universe, by Steven Horace, PhD, Harvard University

apples garden eden

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.

change letting-go running

Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she's supposed to nod and says what she's supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams... Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I'm two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.

rip dream moving

Are you ever afraid to go to sleep? Afraid of what comes next?â€ He smiles a sad little smile and I swear itâ€™s like he knows. â€œSometimes Iâ€™m afraid of what Iâ€™m leaving behind,â€ he says.

leaving sleep littles

"And I love you too." His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. "You should know that. You have to know that."

lips should love-you

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 anythingâ€™s possible.

next months night

Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days until I'm free and away from all these people and their sliding superficial lives brushing past one another gliding, gliding, gliding from life to death. For them there's hardly a change between the two.

two people past