#delirium

Food for the body, milk for your bones, ice for the bleeding, a belly of stones. ↗

— A folklore blessing

#food

Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose. We are even free to choose the wrong thing. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #freedom #love #freedom

They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester, over every fenced-in city in the whole country, and I will bomb and bomb and bomb, and watch all their buildings smoldering to dust, and all those people melting and bleeding into flame, and I will see how they like it. If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #lena #pandemonium #wilds #imagination

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#hurt #love #rules #strong #love

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

#delirium #lauren-oliver #lena #love #romance

What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgottrn how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago? ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#love #love

An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo. ↗

— Joë Bousquet

#echo #surrealism #surreal

Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it: like eating ice cream so fast on a hot day you get a splitting headache. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lena #love #romance #love

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#breeding #class #crime #delirium #grounds

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

#delirium- #love