Lauren Oliver Quotes

I get really homesick inside.

Nostalgia is a way of remembering people and places and things, and wishing things hadn't changed. It has a sweetness to it. Sadness is just--well--being sad.

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

I get homesick.

I miss Denny Crane.

The end of anything is not fun because there's a nostalgia to it and everything else. Even the end of a bad relationship can feel so, so, so sad.

Most of the songs I sing, they have that blue feeling to it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about.

Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

I'm homesick all the time. I miss my animals. I miss my family. I miss my friends.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

On the rare occasions when I spend a night in Oxford, the keeping of the hours by the clock towers in New College, and Merton, and the great booming of Tom tolling 101 times at 9 pm at Christ Church are inextricably interwoven with memories and regrets and lost joys. The sound almost sends me mad, so intense are the feelings it evokes.

When I first started playing the banjo and miraculously fell into a record deal in Nashville, TN, there was a period when I didn't go to China. It hurt. Like a pain in my gut... that pain you feel when you know it's time to connect with your parents or your God or your child or your past or your future... and you don't do it.

I pity my brother Ferdinand, knowing by my own feelings how sad a thing it is to live apart from one's family.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

If I had any advice to give to anybody, it would be record your parents talking so that, when you're longing to hear that voice, you can play the tape. But for me, it's a little often. You don't always need to be reminded that he isn't here anymore.

I am tired of losing people.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

I miss my mom and dad. They brought me into this world and I wish they were with me on my birthday. So I don't celebrate it much.

I am so homesick every day of the week.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.