Author of quotes: Lauren Oliver. Page 1

Abdominal dull pain erupted. All night, all day - I wanted to be near him. And now I have no time.

In my mind it was much easier. In my mind Kent leaned over and once again touched my lips, gently and tenderly. I desperately want to fix, want to return the feeling that was experienced last night - we experienced last night, he had to feel it, but I'm afraid all my words are just going to ruin it. It fills me with a fleeting sadness that I lost. Somewhere in the endless cycle of eternity lost forever that only a tiny fraction of a second when our lips met...

Disappointment is so hard and real that I can taste it, bitter lump in his throat.

Yes, he is selfish, not too bright, too much drinking, flirting with other girls and for the life of me not able to take off the bra, not to mention everything else, but in the future he will grow up and be able to make some girl happy.

It's amazing how easily things change, how easy it is to go along a familiar road and end up in a totally unexpected place. Just one false step, one hesitation, one circuitous path and you'll meet new friends or a reputation to uphold, you will find a new mate, or will break with the old. I never thought about it, was not able to understand. I have a strange feeling that all these possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live thousands of others, the different, superimposed on each other moments.

And then, when it started to get dark, you pointed to the sky and said that there is the star for just one thing.

All of the great events starts with something small. The earthquake destroyed the whole city, emerging from a slight tremor in the earth. Music creates a vibration. Flooding in Portland, which happened after two months of incessant rain, have started with the fact that the docks entered a trickle no wider than a finger. Then, twenty years ago, flooded more than a thousand houses, streams of water carried through the streets as trophies, tires, bags of garbage, old shoes, and then more than one month in the air stank of rot and mold.
And the Lord created the Universe from an atom no bigger than a thought.

Thin strands of chords begin to weave in the air lace music, she is gentle and quiet as breath, so quiet that at first I even take her for a breath of wind. This music is quite similar to the one that was played before, every note spun in the night air like glass or silk thread. And again it amazes me how she is beautiful and like no other. For some reason I want to cry and laugh at the same time.

Love: a simple word, easy as smoke, not wider and not longer than the tip of the needle. Yes, the tip, blade, razor. It pierces the middle of your life, your world, cleaving them into two parts: before and after. "Before" and "after" and "during" - the second wider and longer than the tip of the needle.

After death everything changes, probably because it gets lonely.

If you cross a line and nothing happens, the devil did not make sense.

You can't believe everything you hear.

I worry for tonight - half from fear, half anticipation - as happens when you hear the thunder and know that any second the lightning tear the sky, piercing the clouds with their fangs.

Everything, even the most great events start with something small.