Lauren Oliver Quotes

Just promise me you'll think of me everytime you look up in the sky and see a star

Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he’d been gone less than a day, but I couldn’t get him or the ways he described love out of my head. “. . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter’s night. A star that guides you home.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

There are parts of New Zealand that I absolutely fell in love with that I will miss going back to, but I kind of think that is the part that can continue and will continue on. I don't imagine I'll stop going back to New Zealand, because I feel part of the fabric there, really.

What I felt is the same kind of love I felt between Waylon and his audience. And that's what I miss.

I think every great show has that kind of romance that people just kind of yearn for.

I like missing someone and being missed; I like looking forward to seeing him again. I like getting emails and texts with lots of xxx's.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Do you know what people want more than anything? They want to be missed. They want to be missed the day they don't show up. They want to be missed when they're gone.

Delhi means everything to me. This city has given me everything, and I love it.

The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.

I'm a sucker for a love song!

You get away from something long enough, you miss it. You get hungry for it.

I get little moments all the time, all I want to do is call my mom.

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.

Children love me, dammit!

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

You're only two years older than me, darling. Where have you been all my life?

Dear Sweetheart, do you ever think of me? Just the other day I was thinking of you. I'm pretty sure it was you.

I don't know what this feather means, the story of it, but I know it means he was thinking of me. For all these years. He remembered me.

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into another's. I want to be set free from despair by the love I feel for another. I want to be physically part of someone else. I want to be joined. I want to be open and free to explore every part of them, as though I were exploring myself.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?

I have been loved said Edward to the stars