Lauren Oliver Quotes

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

A broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy.

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

You need to face the pain and the fear and walk through the Grief.

You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going

If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

You don't get over a broken heart/ You just learn to carry it gracefully.

There's no road map. There's no textbook on how grief works and when your heart will be open - or if it ever will.

My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

Only love can break your heart.

And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.

I was horrified. Absolutely heart sick. All I could think of was that after 23 years together, I'd lost my faithful ally. I couldn't sleep, couldn't get the loss out of my mind. It was like discovering that someone in my family had died.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives. I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her?