For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--
Lauren OliverBut hope got in, no matter how hard and fast I tried to stomp it out. Like these tiny fire ants we used to get in Portland. No matter how fast you liked them, there were always more, a steady stream of them, resistant, ever-multiplying.
Maybe, the hope said. Maybe.
Stichwörter: hope
You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don’t know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might be paradise, or destruction. Take down the walls.
Lauren Oliver...the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. This is half the reason for the cure: It clean-sweeps; it makes the past, and all its pain, distant, like the barest impression on sparkling glass.
Lauren OliverEach step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone.
You must hurt or be hurt.
Stichwörter: love romance hurt delirium
Words that mean nothing, really, just sound intoned into vastness and darkness, little scrabbling attempts to latch onto something when we're falling.
Lauren OliverIt seem absurd to me that they don't know, haven't felt any change or tremor, even as my life has been completely turned upside down.
Lauren OliverI just wanted you to be safe," my mother says. "Do you understand that? Safe, and happy. Anything I could do... even if it meant I couldn't be with you...
Lauren OliverQuiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie
Lauren OliverAmor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.
Lauren Oliver« erste vorherige
Seite 74 von 95.
nächste letzte »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.