who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who tries. Lauren DeStefano More Quotes by Lauren DeStefano More Quotes From Lauren DeStefano I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain. Lauren DeStefano illusion certain way The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be. Lauren DeStefano resent tiny grows But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known. Lauren DeStefano scream tears faces Real’ is a dirty word in this place. Lauren DeStefano dirty-words real dirty And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open. Lauren DeStefano orange girl tree He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift. Lauren DeStefano nodding daylight looks It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls." "There are always walls." I say. Lauren DeStefano wall quiet But I know all the things you're too sweet to know. Lauren DeStefano knows sweet Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story. Lauren DeStefano definitions stories promise Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it. Lauren DeStefano illusion lost world Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side. Lauren DeStefano strange sides doors Linden just wants to protect her, is what I want to say. She's all he has. I left him. I'm at arms reach, but I've left him. Lauren DeStefano arms protect want I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves. Lauren DeStefano glasses long hands I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying. Lauren DeStefano oxygen air memories I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run. Lauren DeStefano want-something feelings running Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget. Lauren DeStefano forget No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am. Lauren DeStefano who-i-am lonely loneliness When we were first married, I thought he must have been the most heartless, hateful man I'd ever known, but he was just as much a prisonor as I was. Where Vaughn imprisoned me with walls, he imprisoned his son with ignorance. Lauren DeStefano wall ignorance son Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup. Lauren DeStefano garden secret mother Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t. Lauren DeStefano writing believe world