Hana Quotes

“The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“I'm sorry,Lena”
― Lauren Oliver, Hana

“I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?”
― Lauren Oliver

“And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“And then she left, and it broke my heart so completely I could hardly breathe.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.”
― Lauren Oliver

“I hate studying and I hate partying. But I'm okay with motocross. And muscles.

Motocross and Muscles. Now that should be a Lifetime movie.”
― Cheyanne Young, Motocross Me

“I let her stay a few feet ahead of me and try to memorize her exactly as she is: running, laughing, tan and happy and beautiful and mine; blond hair flashing in the last rays of sun like a torch, like a beacon of good things to come, and better days ahead for us both.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Her eyes are shining; she’s excited now, ready to go. For a moment, standing in the fuzzy haze of sunlight still penetrating the blinds, she appears to be glowing, as though lit up by some internal flame. 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

“He's tall with shaggy blond hair and muscular arms. He's holding a twenty-dollar bill. He's muscular. And he's holding a twenty--wait, I already said that.”
― Cheyanne Young, Motocross Me

“I lower my head into my hands and sob. Oh, but how wretched are we, the unloved. We wither like forgotten plants in the shadow, always yearning, always hungry--stretching our arms forever towards a light that is always moving farther and farther away. We cannot even reach each other, our fellow pilgrims in this sad, lonely voyage through life. I cry for both myself and for Tahji. We have both been alone for far too long.
~ from Sirèn Loa”
― Lioness DeWinter