Lauren Oliver Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Delirium, Fragile Things

  Lauren Oliver, Veronica Roth, Lauren Conrad, Sara Shepard, Kiera Cass (2012). “Must-Read Teen Novel Sampler: For the Teen in All of Us: A Collection of Fabulous Reads”, p.14, Harper Collins

• And this, really, is the story-within-the-story, because if you do not believe that hearts can bloom suddenly bigger, and that love can open like a flower out of even the hardest places, then I am afraid that for you the world will be long and brown and barren, and you will have trouble finding the light. But if you do believe, then you already know all about magic.

  Lauren Oliver

  Flower, Believe, Heart

• My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it's the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke - like the end and the beginning of something all at once.

  Lauren Oliver

  Real, Heart, Autumn

• Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I found me a werewolf, a nasty old mutt It showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut. Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I was stopped by a vampire, a rotting old wreck It showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck. Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won't make it home, I'm already half-dead. I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart. -From "A Child's Walk Home," Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales

  Lauren Oliver

  Art, Children, Home

  Lauren Oliver (2014). “Delirium: The Complete Collection: Delirium, Hana, Pandemonium, Annabel, Raven, Requiem”, p.39, Harper Collins

• Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.

  Lauren Oliver

  Art, Home, Bed

  Lauren Oliver (2014). “Delirium: The Complete Collection: Delirium, Hana, Pandemonium, Annabel, Raven, Requiem”, p.39, Harper Collins

• I hate both of my parents right now: for sitting quietly in our house, while out in the darkness my heart was beating away all of the seconds of my life, ticking them off one by one until my time was up; for letting the thread between us stretch so far and so thin that the moment it was severed for good they didn't even feel it.

  Lauren Oliver

  Hate, Heart, House

• People could push and pull at you, and poke you, and probe as deep as they could go. They could even tear you apart, bit by bit. But at the heart and root and soul of you, something would remain untouched.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Roots, People

• 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 Oliver

  Heart, Boys, Thinking

  Lauren Oliver (2010). “Before I Fall”, p.223, Hachette UK

• The priests and the scientists are right about one thing: At our heart, at our base, we are no better than animals.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Animal, Scientist

• Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her heart is nestled next to a small set of bones buried beside a frozen river, which will emerge with the spring thaw, a skeleton ship rising out of the water”.

  Lauren Oliver

  Spring, Heart, Skeletons

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.534, Hachette UK

• This is the language of the world before—a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair—before the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Dust, Cities

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.679, Hachette UK

• For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Moments, Crosses

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Requiem (Delirium Trilogy 3)”, p.132, Hachette UK

• My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Space, Fluid

• it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Skins, Bed

  Lauren Oliver (2016). “Delirium Stories: Hana, Annabel, Raven and Alex”, p.122, Hachette UK

• Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

  Lauren Oliver

  Summer, Flower, Sunset

• Of all the systems of the body - neurological, cognitive, special, sensory - the cardiological system is the most sensitive and easily disturbed. The role of society must be to shelter these systems from infection and decay, or else the future of the human race is at stake. Like a summer fruit that is protected from insect invasion, bruising, and rot by the whole mechanism of modern farming; so must we protect the heart.

  Lauren Oliver

  Summer, Heart, Race

  Lauren Oliver (2014). “Delirium: The Complete Collection: Delirium, Hana, Pandemonium, Annabel, Raven, Requiem”, p.47, Harper Collins

• I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Dust, Feet

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Requiem”, p.15, Harper Collins

• I didn't even know a heart could beat so loudly...it reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe story we had to read in one of our...classes...it's supposed to be a story about guilt and the dangers of civil disobedience, but when I first read it I thought it seemed kind of lame and melodramatic. Now I get it, though. Poe must have snuck out a lot when he was young.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Class, Guilt

• Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose, either. If we didn't get out hearts stomped on, shattered; if we didn't have to patch and repatch it until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together by who knows what

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Together, Monsters

• my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.

  Lauren Oliver

  Heart, Erratic

  Lauren Oliver (2016). “Delirium Stories: Hana, Annabel, Raven and Alex”, p.59, Hachette UK

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