Lauren Oliver You Quotations

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

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

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.

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

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.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

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.

I just want to be normal, like everybody else." "Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?

Love, the deadliest of all things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don't. But that isn't it, exactly. The condemner and the condemned. The executioner; the blade; the last-minute reprieve; the gasping breath and the rolling sky above you and the thank you, thank you, thank you God. Love: It will kill you and save you, both.

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

Maybe he sees it on my face, that fraction of a second when I let my guard down, because in that moment his expression softens and his eyes go bright as flame and even though I barely see him move, suddenly he has closed the space between us and he’s wrapping his warm hands over my shoulders—fingers so warm and strong I almost cry out—and saying, “Lena. I like you, okay? That’s it. That’s all. I like you.” His voice is so low and hypnotic it reminds me of a song. I think of predators dropping silently from trees: I think of enormous cats with glowing amber eyes, just like his.