Lauren Oliver, Delirium Quotes

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

I'd rather die my way than live yours.

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.

I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".

This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting me from the inside, making me want to scream, jump, squirm. I ran.

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.

Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

Every choice is limited. That's life.

Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.

It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)

Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it: like eating ice cream so fast on a hot day you get a splitting headache.

And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.

Everything else is nothing.

Everyone you trust, everyone you think can count on, will eventually disappoint you. When left to their own devices, people lie and keep secrets and change and disappear…

I know that the whole point—the only point—is tofind the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse tolet them go.

You can’t cheat if there are no rules

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end.For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.

Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

I'd never undetstood how Hana Could lie so often and easily. But just like anyhting else, lying becomes easier the more you do it.

I told you, " he whispers back. I can feel his breath just tickling the space behind my ear, making my hair prick up on my neck. "I like you.""You don't know me, " I say quickly."I want to, though.

His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.

You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

Time waits for no man, but progress waits for man to inact it.

Amazingly, I can still see the stars: whole galaxies blooming from nothing - pink and purple suns, vast silver oceans, a thousand white moons.

Strains of music spring up, crystallizing in the night air like rain turning suddenly to snow, drifting to earth.

Love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again.'I'm tired of sleeping.

As soon as she sees me she swings forward and hits a key on her keyboard. The music cuts off instantly. Strangely, the silence that follows seems just as loud.

What's poetry?" I've never heard the word before, but I like the sound of it. It sounds elegant and easy, somehow, like a beautiful woman turning in a long dress.

I met an Invalid, and fell for his art. He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.

Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?And if you lie to a liar, is the sun somehow negated or reversed?

I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff drifting off on the wind.