The best Quotes by Lauren Oliver

Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.

I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.

August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

The quiet August noon has come;
A slumberous silence fills the sky;
The winds are still, the trees are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.

August is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for seven months and not doing any for the next five.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.

Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.

Nobody is perfect, but people born in August almost get there.

August is like the Sunday of summer.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water.

Anyone else got the feeling that July lasted exactly three days?

Hey August, let's go out together in the next thirty days!

All the other months are just crude experiments, out of which the perfect August is made.

Summer - the seasons between spring and autumn, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the warmest months of the year: June, July and August.
The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.

In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs.

Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.

Humans had always been better at killing than any other living thing.

"And what if there's nothing in there?"
"You die and there's nothing beyond that. Nothing. Nothing remains. Someone might remember you for a little while after but not for long."

There's only one thing that can save a man from madness and that's uncertainty.

The number of places in paradise is limited; only in hell is entry open to all.

Do you know the parable about the frog in the cream? Two frogs landed in a pail of cream. One, thinking rationally, understood straight away that there was no point in resistance and that you can't deceive destiny. But then what if there's an afterlife – why bother jumping around, entertaining false hopes in vain? He crossed his legs and sank to the bottom. The second, the fool, was probably an atheist. And she started to flop around. It would seem that she had no reason to flail about if everything was predestined. But she flopped around and flopped around anyway . . . Meanwhile, the cream turned to butter. And she crawled out. We honour the memory of this second frog's friend, eternally damned for the sake of progress and rational thought.

There are some things that you don't want to do and you pledge to yourself that you won't do, you forbid yourself, and then suddenly they happen all by themselves. You don't even have time to think about them, and they don't make it to the cognitive centres of the brain: they just happen and that's it, and you're left just watching yourself with surprise, and convincing yourself that it wasn't your fault, it just happened all by itself.

The same species can't remain dominant forever. Humanity can't be the only ones to survive extinction. Do you think the ammonites and the dinosaurs resisted extinction like we do? Of course not! They graciously accepted their destinies. They weren't just unintelligent enough to avoid it. Humanity goes around recording and sharing our past to help us predict our future, and because of that we just assume that we can change our destiny. That we can overcome something like the Death Stranding. But it's all lies. This world doesn't need us anymore. It's trying to evict us to make room for the next species. And the harder we try and the harder we struggle against it, the more we sully it. Being holed up in here, I bet you have no idea how beautiful the outside world is, do you? How harsh it is? The world didn't change into what it is now for mankind's sake. It's trying to change for the life that comes next.

I soared above the song birds
And never heard them sing
I lived my life in winter
And then you brought the spring

War is a farmer's son from Kansas trying to kill a factory worker's son from Berlin, with neither of them knowing why.

Things can always be said later, but things can never be unheard.

They say you never know how someone will react when the grenade is thrown.

But life changes people. It smothers that kind of larger-than-life woman. Time quiets them down. That firecracker girl you knew in high school - where is she now? It didn't happen to men as much. Those boys often grew up to be masters of the universe. The super successful girls? They seemed to die of slow societal suffocation.

Death is so close, always, a breath away, so perhaps it was wise to introduce children to that concept at an early age.

"Semper paratus." "It's Latin," Shane said. "It means 'Always ready'."

Family and money is never a good mix. Someone is always going to feel resentful.