Panic Lauren Oliver Quotes

She thought all you needed to do - all any of them needed - was to get out. But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

She knew, now, that there was always light—beyond the dark, and the fear, out of the depths; there was sun to reach for, and air and space and freedom. There was always a way up, and out, and no need to be afraid.

It was so strange, the way that life moved forward: the twists and the dead ends, the sudden opportunities. She supposed if you could predict or foresee everything that was going to happen, you’d lose the motivation to go through it all. The promise was always in the possibility.

when you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you’re happy and it’s easy.

No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved.

She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn't last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too. The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.

How do I know I can trust you?' she said finally. 'That's the thing about trust.' He crunched an ice cube between his teeth. 'You don't know.

This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

No one should be allowed to be happy when you were so miserable – especially not your best friends. It should be a law.

But all you see is the crap. So you don't have to believe in anything. So you'll have an excuse to fail.

If people changed, it meant that she was allowed to change too. She could be different. She could be happier.

The Bravery was in moving forward, no matter what. Someday, she might be called on to jump again. And she would do it. She knew, now, that there was always light--beyond the dark, and the dear, out of the depths; there was sun to reach for, and air and space and freedom. There was always a way up, and out, and no need to be afraid.

She felt as though, just for a second, she had understood something vastly important, had had a glimpse of it: love, pure and simple and undemanding.

Funny how people could be around you for so many years, and be so off the mark.

I'm scared all the time," she whispered. "You'd be an idiot if you weren't," Anne said. "And you wouldn't be brave either.

Loose lips sink ships

You want everything to be shitty... So you have an excuse to fail.

He wasn't afraid. He just didn't care. And that was very, very different.

You know what your problem is? You want everything to be shitty. You have a sister who loves you. Friends who love you. I love you, Heather.

she might be dying. The idea pleased her.

He sprayed on a bit of this man’s body-spray thing his mom had gotten for free at Walmart, feeling like a douche, but thinking it was better to feel like a douche than to smell like an asshole.

It was so strange, the way that life moved forward: the twists and the dead ends, the sudden opportunities. The promise was always in the possibility.

Maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

She knew, now, that there was always light – beyond the dark, and the fear, out of the depths; there was sun to reach for, and air and space and freedom.

Their eyes were flat, incurious, and old- impossibly old, as though instead of looking forward, their eyes saw back to a distant past.

They had their own language, their own jokes. They were constantly touching each other too – pushing and shoving, pinching and hugging, like kids flirting on a playground.

This was what true fear was- that you could never know other people, not completely.

It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay. But autumn nibbled the blue sky with its teeth, tore off chunks of the sun, smudged out that heavy veil of meat-smelling smoke.

Still, the idea continued to drum through her, like the constant patter of the rain: that no one would ever love her.

All of it was hers, hers and Nat's, and all those years were nestled inside them like one of those Russian dolls, holding dozens of tiny selves inside it.

My point is, when you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.

Her fierce and fearful friend --who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who was terrified of germs and dogs and ladders.

she’d had to get good at being crippled.

She knew,now,that there was always light - beyond the dark,and the fear, out of the depths; there was sun to reach for, and air and space and freedom.

He hated mosquitoes. Spiders too, although he liked outer insects, found them fascinating. Like humans, in a way- stupid and sometimes vicious, blinded by need.

You don’t have to be worried, okay? You don’t have to be scared.” His voice is twinkling again. “I’m not flirting with you.” Embarrassment sweeps through me. Flirting. A dirty word. He thinks I think he’s flirting. “I’m not—I don’t think you were—I would never think that you—” The words collide in my mouth, and now I know there’s no amount of darkness that can cover the rush of red to my face. He cocks his head to the side. “Are you flirting with me, then?” “What? No,” I splutter. My mind is spinning blindly in a panic, and I realize I don’t even know what flirting is. I just know about it from textbooks; I just know that it’s bad. Is it possible to flirt without knowing you’re flirting? Is he flirting? My left eye goes full flutter.

She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn't last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too.

When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.

You know what your problem is?” he said quietly. “You want everything to be shitty. You have a sister who loves you. Friends who love you. I love you, Heather.” He said it fast, in a mumble, and she could not even be happy, because he kept going. “You’ve outlasted almost everyone in Panic. But all you see is the crap. So you don’t have to believe in anything. So you’ll have an excuse to fail.

There was always a way up, and out, and no need to be afraid.

She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn't last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful.

Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult. But that was okay too.

Funny how easily you could look this shit up online. Explosives, bombs, Molotov cocktails, IEDs . . . anything you wanted. Learning how to blow someone up was easier than buying a frigging beer.

No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved. It was like those stupid bell curves they'd had to study in math class. There was the big, swollen, happy middle, a whale lump full of blissful couples and families eating around a big dining room table and laughing. And then, at the tapered ends, there were the abnormal people, the weirdos and freaks, and zeros like her.

Dziwne, że ludzie mogą się znać przez tyle lat i tak bardzo mylić się co do siebie.

człowiek wszędzie zabiera ze sobą swoje demony, tak samo jak zabiera ze sobą swój cień.

O to właśnie chodzi w zaufaniu (...) Nigdy nie masz pewności.

Odwaga polega na tym,żeby iść do przodu,choćby nie wiem co.

this was what the game was really about. This was what true fear was—that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

She thought all you needed to do ― all any of them needed ― was to get out. But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

Heather looked away again. “How do I know I can trust you?” she said finally. “That’s the thing about trust.” He crunched an ice cube between his teeth. “You don’t know.

The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.

She knew that this... feeling couldn't last forever. Everything passed, that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again, but that was okay too.

That’s the thing about trust.” He crunched an ice cube between his teeth. “You don’t know.

She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn't last forever. Everything passed, that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too.

Goddamnmotherfuckingsonsofbitchesgetthehelloffmyyardyoupiecesofshit

The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.” "The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what. Someday she might be called on to jump again. And she would do it.

Il coraggio stava nell'andare avanti, nonostante tutto. Un giorno sarebbe stata chiamata a saltare ancora. E l'avrebbe fatto. Sapeva, adesso, che c'era sempre luce oltre l'oscurità, oltre la paura, fuori dall'abisso; c'era il sole da raggiungere, e aria e spazio e libertà. C'era sempre un modo per risalire, e uscirne, e non c'era bisogno di avere paura

While other girls were blurry, displaying cracks or, at the very least, seams — ripped jeans, coffee-stained T-shirts, hair that poufed up in the rain — Sophia always looked sharp, clear, as if the resolution had been turned up on a microscope and angled straight at her, as if the money had formed a kind of shrink wrap that kept her protected from the normal destruction of the everyday.

No one had ever told her this basic fact: Not everyone got to be loved. It was like those stupid bell curves they had to study in math class. There was the big, swollen, happy middle, a whale hump full of blissful couples and families eating around a big dining room table and laughing. And then, at the tapered ends, there were the abnormal people. The weirdos and freaks and zeroes. Like her.

No one had ever told her this basic fact: Not everyone gets to be loved. It was like those stupid bell curves they'd had to study in math class. There was the big, swollen, happy middle, a whale hump full of blissful couples and families eating around a big dining room table and laughing. And then, at the tapered ends, there where the abnormal people, the weirdo's and freaks and zero's like her.

You want me to be real with you? Okay, I'll be real with you. I like the way that you bite your lip. I like the way that you walk around. Like the world is a crowded elevatornad your body is just some lugguage you're trying to shrink up so it doesn't bother anybody. I like your body. I like to think about touching it. I like to think about how long it will take me to walk my fingers across every single inch of it without missing a signle spot. Is that real enough for you?

Wiedziała, że ten dzień, ta radość, nie będą trwały wiecznie. Wszystko przemija. I dlatego życie jest takie piękne. Pewnie wkrótce będzie musiała się zmierzyć z jakimiś problemami. Ale to też jest w porządku. Odwaga polega na tym, by iść do przodu, choćby nie wiem co. Może pewnego dnia znów będzie musiała stanąć na krawędzi i skończyć. I zrobi to. Wiedziała już teraz, że zawsze jest nadzieja, światełko w tunelu - nawet pośród ciemności, strachu, pośród największych głębin. Zawsze jest słońce, po które można sięgnąć, i powietrze, i przestrzeń, i wolność. Zawsze jest jakaś droga, którą można pójść, zawsze jest jakieś wyjście. I nie trzeba się bać.