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That’s what you do for family. Anything.

That’s what you do for family. Anything.

Lauren Oliver
Lauren Oliver (2016). “Delirium Stories: Hana, Annabel, Raven and Alex”, p.108, Hachette UK

Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.

Lauren Oliver
Stupid, Mind, Trying

It is war now, and armies need symbols.

Lauren Oliver
War, Army, Needs

I love you. They can't take it away.

Lauren Oliver
Love You

My parents were pretty liberal, but they were still parents. I definitely had my teenage rebellion.

Lauren Oliver
Teenage, Parent, Rebellion

Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

Lauren Oliver
Looks, Different, Moments

It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.

Lauren Oliver
Thinking, People, Strange
"Before I Fall". Book by Lauren Oliver, February 14, 2010.

Most of us won't see one another after graduation, and even if we do it will be different. We'll be different. We'll be adults--cured, tagged and labeled and paired and identified and placed neatly on our life path, perfectly round marbles set to roll down even, well-defined slopes.

Lauren Oliver
Growing Up, Path, Adults
Lauren Oliver (2014). “Delirium: The Complete Collection: Delirium, Hana, Pandemonium, Annabel, Raven, Requiem”, p.48, Harper Collins

The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.

Lauren Oliver
Dark, Tunnels, Long
Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.471, Hachette UK

They couldn’t have known that even this was a lie—that we never really choose, not entirely. We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven’t chosen at all. But maybe happiness isn’t in the choosing. Maybe it’s in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

Lauren Oliver
Lying, Choices, Fiction

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Lauren Oliver
Dust, Feelings, Way

Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.