Everything I see and touch reminds me of him, and so everything I see and touch is perfect. Lauren Oliver More Quotes by Lauren Oliver More Quotes From Lauren Oliver Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish Lauren Oliver orangeredblack I don't know where to go. I don't know what comes now." "Don't worry," Will said. "We'll figure something out." Liesl managed to smile at him. She liked that word: *we*. It sounded warm and open, like a hug. Lauren Oliver hugfiguresworry The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen. From dead and dry things there was growth, and new life everywhere. And the endlessly long winter had at last turned to spring. From life to death and back again to life. It was indeed the greatest magic in the world. Lauren Oliver healingwinterspring Po swirled upward from where it had been sitting, and floated over to the window. "When you go swimming and you put your head under the water," Po said, "and everything is strange and underwater-sounding, and strange and underwater-looking, you don't miss the air do you? You don't miss the above-water sounds and the above-water look. It's just different." "True." Liesl was quiet for a moment. Then she added, "But I bet you'd miss it if you were drowning. I bet you'd really miss the air then." Lauren Oliver swimmingairwater It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You were born; you lived a whole life; and at the end, you wound up in a coffee canister. "Ah, well," he said out loud quietly. "That's just the way things are. Life's a funny business." Death, he supposed, was the punch line. Lauren Oliver linescoffeeway He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a crown of leaves, of thorns, of flames. His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent If we had ten thousand billion years. Lauren Oliver lighteyecities Do the other kids make fun of you? For how you talk?' 'Sometimes.' 'So why don't you do something about it? You could learn to talk differently, you know.' But this is my voice. How would you be able to tell when I was talking? Lauren Oliver funtalkingkids I reach out and grab her wrist. It feels impossibly tiny in my hand, like this one time I found a baby bird near goose Point, and I picked it up and it died there, taking its final gasping fluttering breaths in my palm. Lauren Oliver birdbabyhands People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself. Lauren Oliver lonelypeopleneeds People could push and pull at you, and poke you, and probe as deep as they could go. They could even tear you apart, bit by bit. But at the heart and root and soul of you, something would remain untouched. Lauren Oliver rootsheartpeople Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time. Lauren Oliver secrettalkingboys We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us. Lauren Oliver disappearforgetpeople What I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures. Lauren Oliver That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view. Lauren Oliver differentviewslooks In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull. Alex, come back. There is nothing to do but sink. The hours close around me, encase me completely, like a tomb. Lauren Oliver tryinghandspast We're on the other side of the fence now, Lena,' she says, tiredly, as she passes. "Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel. Lauren Oliver fencesidesfeels I start to back away before I do something wildly inappropriate, like jump on top of him. Lauren Oliver inappropriate This is pretty much the answer to every problem you encounter in suburbia: plant a tree, and hope you don't see anyone's privates. Lauren Oliver encountersanswerstree Fourth period I have "life skills", which is what they call gym when you're old enough to be offended by forced physical activity (Elody thinks they should call it slavery instead, for accuracy). Lauren Oliver slaveryskillsthinking There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry. Lauren Oliver passionsadnessthinking
