Lauren DeStefano Quotes

Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.

Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.

The world seems so clean if you only looked up.

My sisters were in that van.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

There are so many of us, so many girls. The world wants us for our wombs or our bodies, or it doesn't want us at all.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

Give me time" "For you, always.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

Tell freedom I said hello.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?

On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.

who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who tries.

Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.

Linden just wants to protect her, is what I want to say. She's all he has. I left him. I'm at arms reach, but I've left him.

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.

Fate,' I said, 'Is a theif.

And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.

He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.

Do you know what my father used to say?" I ask her. "He used to say that songs had a heart. A crescendo that can make all your blood rush from your head to your toes.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.

It's never right to give up on someone.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls." "There are always walls." I say.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

My head is my favorite swimming pool.

It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free."He laughs.

Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.

I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.