Lauren Oliver Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go. Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of old things, and days that look like darkness.

  Lauren Oliver

  Letting Go, Grief, Echoes

  "Pandemonium". Book by Lauren Oliver, 2012.

• Time jumps. It leaps. It pours away like water through fingers.

  Lauren Oliver

  Water, Fingers, Leap

• I remember a story I once heard about drowning: that when you fall into cold water it's not that you drown right away but that the cold disorients you and makes you think that down is up and up is down, so you may be swimming, swimming, swimming for your life in the wrong direction, all the way toward the bottom until you sink. That's how I feel, as though everything has been turned around.

  Lauren Oliver

  Fall, Swimming, Thinking

• 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

• That’s a funny thing: you think, when awful things happen, everything else just stops, like you would forget to pee and eat and get thirsty, but it’s not really true. It’s like you and your body are two separate things, like your body is betraying you, chugging on, idiotic and animal, craving water and sandwiches and bathroom breaks while your world falls apart.

  Lauren Oliver

  Fall, Animal, Thinking

• Amazing how hope lives. Without air or water, with hardly anything at all to nurture it.

  Lauren Oliver

  Air, Water, Nurture

  Lauren Oliver (2016). “Delirium Stories: Hana, Annabel, Raven and Alex”, p.64, Hachette UK

• Po swirled upward from where it had been sitting, and floated over to the window. "When you go swimming and you put your head under the water," Po said, "and everything is strange and underwater-sounding, and strange and underwater-looking, you don't miss the air do you? You don't miss the above-water sounds and the above-water look. It's just different." "True." Liesl was quiet for a moment. Then she added, "But I bet you'd miss it if you were drowning. I bet you'd really miss the air then."

  Lauren Oliver

  Swimming, Air, Water

  "Liesl & Po". Book by Lauren Oliver, September 29, 2011.

• 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

• I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.

  Lauren Oliver

  Fire, Growing Stronger, Water

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