Lauren DeStefano Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Lauren DeStefano
Lauren DeStefano Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Just what I need." Pen throws back the blankets. "Another man in my life. At least this one doesn't speak.
Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.
Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.
I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.
We're born moving forward. Sometimes we lose people along the way, and all we can do is watch them get smaller behind us as we move on and on.
Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.
I realized how wonderful YA is and how I really wanted to write something that created that level of intrigue.
Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing.
He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.
It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.
Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.
You can't be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it's the fear that'll freeze you in place.
We are stronger than we've credited ourselves to be. We have been the victims and the witnesses. We have said a lifetime of good-byes.
I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.
There is no darkness like that of a confined space. It's darker than the inside of eyelids, and darker than the night.
We didn't make ourselves," she says. "We aren't the greatest things to exist. I can't believe that. I won't believe that. We have too many faults.
I don't look away, because she's right: I betrayed her, and I'm not sorry. To keep her safe, I would betray a thousand kingdoms.
Write words you're willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you'd believe in even if the rest of the world didn't.
But now she's somber. The sunlight in her fine honey-brown hair does nothing to relinquish her from the grayness that overshadows her.
No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.
I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up
When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.
It's like I'm evolving into something that doesn't include him. I don't think I can ever be the person I was before all this.
Jenna, standing in the doorway with her mouth and hand full of shelled pistachios, says, 'Real' is a dirty word in this place'.
I educate myself on the polar ice caps, vaporized long ago by warfare, and an explorer named Christopher Columbus who proved the earth was round.
She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.
But you," "Sixteen is perfect. You can spend the rest of your lives together. He won't have to be alone.
Don't bury your sense of wonder. It's a rare thing, and one of the things I adore most about you" -Basil
This is my story. These things are my past, and I will not allow them to be washed away. I will find a way to have them back.
She wished that when her heart was beating double, she could give one of those hearts to him and then press her ear to his chest and feel it beating.
I draw back,gently step out of his hands that gripped my shoulders and were just edging their way to either side of my throat
In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.
We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.
I keep staggering forward because I have to, but what Linden said last night is true: It's not much of a plan.
The evening sun catches every bolt and scrap of metal on the train, and for an instant we are suspended in an atmosphere of stars.
It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.
There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.