It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being.
Lauren OliverMots clés love
....love and desire enjoy a symbiotic relationship, meaning that one cannot exist without the other. Desire is an enemy to contentment; desire is illness, a feverish brain. Who can be considered healthy who wants? The very word want suggests a lack, an impoverishment, and that is what desire is: an impoverishment of the brain, a flaw, a mistake.
Lauren OliverMots clés love delirium desire
...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started spinning overhead. Hana was laughing and giggling, but I didn't like it, didn't like the sweet sick taste in my mouth or the way my thoughts seemed to break apart like a mist in the sun.
Lauren OliverHunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450
Lauren OliverMots clés humor
My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown hair on a boy - but it's never him, and each time it isn't, my heart does a reverse trajectory down into the very pit of my stomach.
Lauren OliverAnd then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.
Lauren OliverSomewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever.
Lauren OliverAnd when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and the dream, and its meaning, has broken over me like a wave and is ebbing away now, leaving me with a single, solid certainty. I know now.
Lauren OliverMots clés life dream revelation waking
Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.
Lauren OliverMots clés music romantic emotional
..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special pattern, like how in handwoven rugs what really makes them unique are the tiny flaws in the stitching, little gaps and jumps and stutters that can never be reproduced.
so many things become beautiful when you really look.
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