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  • #1
    Lauren Oliver
    “And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.”
    Lauren Oliver, Delirium
    tags: love

  • #2
    Lauren Oliver
    “Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.”
    Lauren Oliver, Delirium

  • #3
    Lauren Oliver
    “The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and
    when you don’t.”
    Lauren Oliver, Delirium

  • #4
    Lauren Oliver
    “The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well”
    Lauren Oliver, Delirium

  • #5
    Lauren Oliver
    “One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved-out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart. One day you have parents; the next day you're an orphan. One day you have a place and a path. The next day you're lost in the wilderness.
    And still the sun rises and clouds mass and drift and people shop for groceries and toilets flush and blinds go up and down. That's when you realize that most of it - life, the relentless mechanism of existing - isn't about you. It doesn't include you at all. It will thrust onward even after you've jumped the edge. Even after you're dead.”
    Lauren Oliver, Delirium

  • #6
    Lauren Oliver
    “But you can build a future out of anything. A scrap, a flicker. The desire to go forward, slowly, one foot at a time. You can build an airy city out of ruins.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #7
    Lauren Oliver
    “But...books are so much more. Some of them are webs; you can feel your way along their threads, but just barely, into strange and dark corners. Some of them are balloons bobbing up through the sky: totally self-contained, and unreachable, but beautiful to watch.
    And some of them―the best ones―are doors.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #7
    Lauren Oliver
    “I read once about a kind of fungus that grows in trees. The fungus begins to encroach on the systems that carry water and nutrients up from the roots to the branches. It disables them one by one―it crowds them out. Soon, the fungus―and only the fungus―is carrying the water, and the chemicals, and everything else the tree needs to survive. At the same time it is decaying the tree slowly from within, turning it minute by minute to rot.
    That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.
    It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #9
    Lauren Oliver
    “people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #10
    Lauren Oliver
    “When I’m running, there’s always this split second when the pain is ripping through me and I can hardly breathe and all I see is color and blur—and in that split second, right as the pain crests, and becomes too much, and there’s a whiteness going through me, I see something to my left, a flicker of color […]—and I know then, too, that if I only turn my head he’ll be there, laughing, watching me, and holding out his arms.

    I don’t ever turn my head to look, of course. But one day I will. One day I will, and he’ll be back, and everything will be okay.

    And until then: I run.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #11
    Lauren Oliver
    “Live free or die.
    Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under my fingertips.
    Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?" asked Jace.
    "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
    "As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome," said Simon.
    "I knew we should have left you a rat.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green."
    "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said.
    Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?"
    "I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “You might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me."
    She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
    "But I don't want anything else in the world.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #23
    Stephenie Meyer
    “And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
    "What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
    "What a sick, masochistic lion.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

  • #24
    Stephenie Meyer
    “About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

  • #25
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you”
    Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

  • #26
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

  • #27
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.”
    Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

  • #28
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”
    Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

  • #29
    Stephenie Meyer
    “I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

  • #30
    Stephenie Meyer
    “I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse



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