Lauren Oliver Quotes About Lying

Quotes about: Lying

• They say that the cure for love will make me happy and safe forever. And I’ve always believed them. Until now. Now everything has changed. Now, I’d rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie

  Lauren Oliver

  Lying, Years, Forever

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

  Lauren Oliver

  Lying, Years, Delirium

• I used to lie here like this all summer long,' I tell her. 'I'd come up here and just stare at the sky.' She rolls over on her back so she's staring up as well. 'Bet this view hasn't changed much, has it?' What she says is so simple i almost laugh. She's right, of course. 'No. This looks exactly the same.' I suppose that's the secret, If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were. You just have to look up.

  Lauren Oliver

  Summer, Lying, Simple

• They've lied about everything.-about the fence, and the existence of Invalids, about a million other things besides. They told us the raids were carried out for our own protection. They told us the regulators were only interested in keeping the peace. 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, maight also be a lie.

  Lauren Oliver

  Lying, Disease, Firsts

• All this time, I thought we were growing apart because I was leaving Lena behind. But really it was the reverse. She was learning to lie. She was learning to love.

  Lauren Oliver

  Lying, Leaving, Growing

  Lauren Oliver (2011). “Hana: A Delirium Short Story”, p.17, Hachette UK

• I thought the Invalids were beasts; I thought they would rip me apart. But these people saved me, and gave me the softest place to sleep, and nursed me back to health, and haven't asked for anything in return. The animals are on the other side of the fence: monsters wearing uniforms. They speak softly, and tell lies, and smile as they're slitting your throat.

  Lauren Oliver

  Rip, Lying, Sleep

  Lauren Oliver (2012). “Pandemonium”, p.13, Harper Collins

• Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?

  Lauren Oliver

  Liars, Lying, Telling The Truth

• That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.

  Lauren Oliver

  Lying, Dark, Next

  Lauren Oliver (2010). “Before I Fall”, p.34, Harper Collins

• 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.

  Lauren Oliver

  Lying, Believe, People

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Raven: A Delirium Short Story (Ebook)”, p.32, Hachette UK

• I’m Hana,” Hana says. “And this is Lena.” She jabs me with an elbow. I know I must look like a fish, standing there with my mouth gaping open, but I’m too outraged to speak. He’s lying. I know he’s the one I saw yesterday, would bet my life on it. “Alex. Nice to meet you.” Alex keeps his eyes on me as he and Hana shake hands. Then he extends a hand to me. “Lena,” he says thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard that name before.

  Lauren Oliver

  Nice, Lying, Eye

  Lauren Oliver (2014). “Delirium: The Complete Collection: Delirium, Hana, Pandemonium, Annabel, Raven, Requiem”, p.34, Harper Collins

• 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

• It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn't love me. He never loved me. It was all a lie. "The old Lena is dead." I say, and then push past him. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.

  Lauren Oliver

  Hurt, Wall, Lying

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Requiem”, p.16, Harper Collins

• And even if she isn’t—even if by some miracle, she survived the escape and has been squeezing out a living in the Wilds—she would never join forces with the resisters. She would never be violent or vengeful. Not Lena, who used to practically faint when she pricked a finger, who couldn’t even lie to a teacher about being late. She wouldn’t have the stomach for it.

  Lauren Oliver

  Teacher, Lying, Miracle

• 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.

  Lauren Oliver

  Lying, Disease, Might

• Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

  Lauren Oliver

  Lying, Quiet, Graves

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.629, Hachette UK

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