Lauren Oliver Love Quotations

I think I'm able to do so much because writing is what I love to do. So, often when I have free time, I choose to write and edit.

I love to sleep. I'm an excellent, excellent sleeper.

When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

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.

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.

If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t say it; it is too close to passion, and passion is too close to love, and love is amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things: It is the reason for the games of pretend, for the secret selves, for the spasms in the throat.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

I love you. They can't take it away.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose. We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes for a second, as though I’m looking at him through my camera lens, zoomed in all the way, the world pausing for that tiny span of time between the opening and closing of the shutter.

You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.

I think of the quietness of Julian's voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don't come.

Please understand. Please forgive me. I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful. Don't hate me. I still love you.

He was still in love with you, anyway.

Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

And I love you too.” His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. “You should know that. You have to know that.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison. And if Alex no longer loves me, I can’t bear to think that he might love somebody else.

Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison.