Lauren Oliver Quotes

You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.

There will never come a time when I will be able to resist my emotions.

Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.

your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

Those big blue eyes were swimming, and he was afraid that if the first tear fell, he would break and carry her off anywhere she wanted to go.

Love is sentimental measles.

Love was one of those feelings that you could never control.

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

Hate and love are essentially the same in that the person who loves is as easily manipulated as a person who hates

Passion often makes a fool of the cleverest man and often makes the most foolish men clever

And the moment you care that much, a man has you. He owns a little piece of your soul, and he can beat you to death with it.

People, you can never change the way they feel. Better let them do what they will. For they will, if you let them, steal your heart.

Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous readers.) But it was all too much - too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps too much ice cream.

The things that are really out of control, and scary, are emotions - of people around you, that are unpredictable, or those in yourself which are unpredictable.

If you would write emotionally, be first unemotional. If you would move your readers to tears, do not let them see you cry.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

I love you, Kitten. Don't try to get out of this. We'll see if you love me when I pay you back. Even then I will love you, Bones called out as I stomped away.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

Algaliarept varied its shape, sifting through my mind without me even knowing to choose what scared me the most. Once it had been Ivy. Then Kisten —until I had pinned him in an elevator in a foolish moment of vampire-induced passion. It's hard to be scared of someone after you've French-kissed him.

If a person has no delicacy, he has you in his power.

One is led astray alike by sympathy and coldness, by praise and by blame