Lauren Oliver Quotes About Kissing

Quotes about: Kissing

• Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?" "I don't know any other way." "Let me show you." And then we're kissing. Or at least, I think we're kissing—I've only seen it done a couple of times, quick closed-mouth pecks at weddings or on formal occasions. But this isn't like anything I've ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: this is like music or dancing but better than both.

  Lauren Oliver

  Couple, Kissing, Thinking

• 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.

  Lauren Oliver

  Kissing, Want, Moments

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.167, Hachette UK

• I know the rules. I've been living here longer than you have." He cracks a smile then. He nudges me back. "Hardly." "Born and raised. You're a transplant." I nudge him again, a little harder, and he laughs and tries to catch hold of my arm. I squirm away, giggling, and he stretches out to tickle my stomach. "Country bumpkin!" I squeal, as he grabs out and wrestles me back onto the blanket, laughing. "City slicker," he says, rolling over on top of me, and then kisses me. Everything dissolves: heat, explosions of color, floating.

  Lauren Oliver

  Country, Kissing, Color

• I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of deliria. But I don't care. If pneumonia felt this good I'd stand out in the snow in the winter with bare feet and no coat, or march into the hospital and kiss pneumonia patients

  Lauren Oliver

  Winter, Kissing, Feet

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.171, Hachette UK

• The secret is,” I say, whispering right into his ear, “that yours was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.” “But I’ve never kissed you,” he whispers back. Around us the rain sounds like falling glass. “Not since third grade, anyway.” I smile, but I’m not sure if he can see it. “Better get started, then,” I say, “because I don’t have much time.

  Lauren Oliver

  Rain, Fall, Kissing

• 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.

  Lauren Oliver

  Kissing, Hands, Trying

• The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

  Lauren Oliver

  Kissing, Feelings, New Life

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Requiem”, p.13, Harper Collins

• There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.

  Lauren Oliver

  Kissing, Glasses, People

• Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.

  Lauren Oliver

  Sorry, Kissing, Needs

• My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.

  Lauren Oliver

  Distance, Kissing, Passionate

  Lauren Oliver (2011). “Hana: A Delirium Short Story”, p.8, Hachette UK

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