#delirium

Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#forever #lena-holoway #live #time #world

I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love #real #reassurance #love

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#burning-up #delirium #fire #lauren-oliver #lena-holloway

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith. ↗

— Thomas Carlyle

#common #delirium #love #love is #many

Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and shouting outside get warped and weird like they're being filtered through water, and Alex looks miles away. I start to think I might be dreaming, or about to pass out. And then I decide I'm definitely dreaming, because as I'm watching, Alex starts peeling his shirt off over his head. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #dreaming #funny #lauren-oliver #lena-holloway

His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lena-haloway #requiem #dreams

Everything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents' smiles frozen, camera flashes blinding, mouths open and white teeth glinstening, dark glossy hair and deep blue sky and unrelenting light, everyone drowning in light - everything so clear and perfect I'm sure it must already be a memory, or a dream. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #dreams

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

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