Author of quotes: Lauren Oliver

The word "revenge" was such a terrible - straight and sharp like a knife.

Time raced as if life has enabled the fast forward.

In all its a readable one - the guilt. It is, as a physical force, like something sticky was everywhere.

Biggest fear is that you never know what the mind of the other person.

Now she knew that the darkness, fear and the depths there is always light. There is always the sun, air, space and freedom to which we must strive. There is a way out of any situation, so we have nothing to fear.

Courage is to move forward, no matter what.

She thought that her whole life - an endless and empty. Like a coin falling into a bottomless pit.

Only fools are afraid of nothing. Not to be afraid - not to be brave.

No one told her this simple truth - not everyone should love. It was as simple as stupid curves in math class. There was one big, happy middle, where treated serene couples and families dining and laughing at the big table. And the pointed ends were the wrong people - the weirdos, assholes and nobodies like her.

You need to issue a law by which all are forbidden to be happy when you're unhappy - especially your best friends.

Perhaps we are all patchwork, and, moreover, is not quite correct.

He puts his hand on my neck and attracts. My lips are tingling from the touch of his soft lips. I close my eyes, and in the dark bloom beautiful flowers, swirling like snowflakes, and a Hummingbird my heart flutters wings in tact. I dissolve, disappear, floating in the void, just in my dream, but this time it feels like I'm floating, like I'm totally free. With the other hand he takes the hair from my face; I feel every touch of his fingers and think about the stars falling from the sky and leaving behind a glowing trail. In this moment - how long it lasted, seconds, minutes, days, - when he breathes my name me on the lips and it is mixed with my breath, I realize that it was my first real kiss.

Now I know Lindsay is not fearless. She's scared to death. Fears: people finding out what she spends her whole life lying and cheating, pretending to holds everything in his fist, but actually floundering just as we are. Lindsay is ready to grab the throat in one sidelong glance, like a small barn from those that are always barking and biting the air until the chain does not constrict the neck.

Inner desolation so deep that it ceases to seem empty and starting to feel relief. So that's what it feels like when you drift wave. That's what you feel in the moment when a dark shoreline disappears behind the horizon and you roll over on his back, contemplating the stars, sky and water that are around, like a hug. When you spread your hands and think "Well, okay."