Lauren Oliver Quotes About Past

Quotes about: Past

• The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.

  Lauren Oliver

  Past, Weight, Stones

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.130, Hachette UK

• Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.

  Lauren Oliver

  Change, Letting Go, Running

• This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

  Lauren Oliver

  Past, Careful, Ifs

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Requiem (Delirium Trilogy 3)”, p.128, Hachette UK

• Over the past week, I’ve accepted that I will never love Julian as much as I loved Alex. But now that idea is overwhelming, like a wall between us. I will never love Julian like I love Alex.

  Lauren Oliver

  Wall, Past, Ideas

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Requiem (Delirium Trilogy 3)”, p.235, Hachette UK

• We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.

  Lauren Oliver

  Past, Self, Killers

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.761, Hachette UK

• I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside you like a stone.

  Lauren Oliver

  Past, Wind, Broken

• Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days until I'm free and away from all these people and their sliding superficial lives brushing past one another gliding, gliding, gliding from life to death. For them there's hardly a change between the two.

  Lauren Oliver

  Past, Two, People

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “Delirium Trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, Requiem”, p.265, Hachette UK

• In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull. Alex, come back. There is nothing to do but sink. The hours close around me, encase me completely, like a tomb.

  Lauren Oliver

  Past, Hands, Trying

  Lauren Oliver (2012). “Pandemonium”, p.10, Harper Collins

• it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.

  Lauren Oliver

  Grief, Past, Resistance

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Requiem”, p.23, Harper Collins

• 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

• It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.

  Lauren Oliver

  Past, Layers, Dirt

• But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing. For now, there is only a homestead built of trash and scraps, at the edge of a broken city, just beyond a towering city dump; and our arrival-hungry, and half-frozen, to a place of food and water and walls that keep out the brutal winds. This, for us, is heaven.

  Lauren Oliver

  Wall, Mean, Past

• ...the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. This is half the reason for the cure: It clean-sweeps; it makes the past, and all its pain, distant, like the barest impression on sparkling glass.

  Lauren Oliver

  Pain, Past, Glasses

  Lauren Oliver (2013). “Requiem (Delirium Trilogy 3)”, p.128, Hachette UK

• Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we spoon to our babies.

  Lauren Oliver

  Baby, Pain, Past

  Lauren Oliver (2011). “Delirium”, p.27, Harper Collins

• For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For the people who will infect me in the future - I can't wait to see who you'll be. And in both cases: Thank you.

  Lauren Oliver

  Past, People, Waiting

  Lauren Oliver (2011). “Delirium”, p.2, Harper Collins

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