Maca Coloski

“What am I go­ing to do?” Coral asks.

“Stay here,” I say. “Watch. Cov­er me if some­thing goes wrong.”

“That’s bull­shit,” she says half­heart­ed­ly.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“Beautiful," and when his eyes meet mine I know that he really, truly means it.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places. You may think there’s something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of. But I know the truth: I know from the nights of Coldness. I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It’s hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“It was so strange, the way that life moved forward: the twists and the dead ends, the sudden opportunities. She supposed if you could predict or foresee everything that was going to happen, you’d lose the motivation to go through it all. The promise was always in the possibility.”
― Lauren Oliver, Panic