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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Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress wait... by Lauren Oliver

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

waiting forever men

Love obeys no laws other than its own. by Lauren Oliver

Love obeys no laws other than its own.

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That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They ke... by Lauren Oliver

That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.

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An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts... by Lauren Oliver

An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.

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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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Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

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I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness... I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so quickly, rushing forward. One day I'll wake up and my whole life will be behind me, and it will seem to have gone as quickly as a dream.

rushing sadness dream

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.

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You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes". by Lauren Oliver

You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".

happy-times bad-day happiness

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

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When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.

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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.

down-and want stuff

Hope keeps you alive. by Lauren Oliver

Hope keeps you alive.

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You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.

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It amazes me how easy it is for things to change, how easy it is to start off down the same road you always take and wind up somewhere new. Just one false step, one pause, one detour, and you end up with new friends or a bad reputation or a boyfriend or a breakup. It's never occurred to me before; I've never been able to see it. And it makes me feel, weirdly, like maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

breakup change wind

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

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Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is. by Lauren Oliver

Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.

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Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom. by Lauren Oliver

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

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I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside you like a stone.

broken wind past

I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

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