Lauren Oliver, Rooms Quotes

[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.

I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

I guess we all have some of these - memories like artillery shells, fired at close range.

This was progress. This was modernity: you could cover over the past completely. You could bury the old under a relentless surface of new, stretched from corner to corner.

But those are just words, and words are just stories, and eventually, always, stories come to an end.

Stop your idiocy, Sandra, please. For once in your death.