Sometimes I'm afraid to go to sleep because of what I'm leaving b... by Lauren Oliver

Sometimes I'm afraid to go to sleep because of what I'm leaving behind.

Lauren Oliver

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For a split second, he had looked almost like my Alex again. by Lauren Oliver

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

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I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest. by Lauren Oliver

I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.

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Until, one day, she wasn’t. by Lauren Oliver

Until, one day, she wasn’t.

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Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was jealous.

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For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

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I close my eyes. An image flashes—emerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us. Instead life has only grown harder.

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I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have... by Lauren Oliver

I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.

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I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I... by Lauren Oliver

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

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That's the thing about faith. It works. by Lauren Oliver

That's the thing about faith. It works.

All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities, or your one-bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of metal and chink, the fragments of stone filling your stomach. And pull, and pull, and pull. I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

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Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

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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.

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His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one e... by Lauren Oliver

His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.

secret names

Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits and coughs and starts and random collisions.

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My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.

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You have to learn that people are always listening. by Lauren Oliver

You have to learn that people are always listening.

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You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way. But I have a secret. 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.

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At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.

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It's the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feels like the world belongs completely to my friends and me, as though nothing exists apart from out little circle: everywhere else is darkness and quiet.

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Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juven... by Lauren Oliver

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish

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