Lauren Oliver Quotes

If the universe is everything, and scientists say that the universe is expanding, what is it expanding into?

From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.

When you turn out the light, I've got to hand it to me. Looks like it's you and me again tonight Rosie.

There may be many Big Bangs that happened at various and far-flung locations, each creating its own swelling, spatial expanse, each creating a universe - our universe being the result of only one of those Big Bangs.

But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

My habit of glorifying things far away in space and time, also contributed to my social isolation.

They say the universe is expanding. That should help with the traffic.

The Big Bang theory says nothing about what banged, why it banged, or what happened before it banged.

We can be very sure that as we discover new aspects of the expanding and evolving universe, we will be startled and amazed once again.

Human beings have long wondered whether they are alone in the universe.

I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow, Above me, endless space unfurled;With earth hidden and heaven hidden, And only my own spirit's prideTo keep me from the peace of those Who are not lonely, having died.

When it's raining like this," said Naoko, "it feels as if we're the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together.

What we see of the universe is vast. We know that the universe is something like 90 billion light-years across.

Loneliness is a very special place, Silently silently you touch my face

Loneliness surrounds me without your arms around me.

And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal, bearing invisibly near, by the unwarned charm of its breath, nothingness now revealed itself: that permanent night upon which the stars in their expiring generations are less than the glinting of gnats, and nebulae, more trivial than winter breath; that darkness in which eternity lies bent and pale, a dead snake in a jar, and infinity is the sparkling of a wren blown out to sea; that inconceivable chasm of invulnerable silence in which cataclysms of galaxies rave mute as amber.

Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.

Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. Time is simply the yard-stick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science to our solitude. We are lonely in proportion to our years.

Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we're not alone in the universe, even in sleep.

We two are to ourselves a crowd.

In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.

One might say I have decided to marry the silence of the forest. The sweet dark warmth of the whole world will have to be my wife.

Every corner in a house, every angle in a room, every inch of secluded space in which we like to hide, or withdraw into ourselves, is a symbol of solitude for the imagination; that is to say, it is the germ of a room, or of a house.

To watch this crystal globe just sent from heaven to associate with me. While these clouds and this somber drizzling weather shut all in, we two draw nearer and know one another.