Ally Condie Quotes

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

At first, that's who I was. I wanted to know more about this boy who lives among us, but who never truly speaks... But now I feel like finding out about him is one of the ways I found out about myself. I did not expect to love his words. I did no expect to find myself in the.

The earth reflects the sky and the sky meets the earth and, every now and then, if we're lucky, we have a moment to see how small we are.

Cassia.
I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle.
I love you. (Ky Markham)

I love.
The most reckless thing of all.

That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes)

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.

And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.

Do not go gentle.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

at first when the rain fell
from the sky so wide and deep
it smelled like sage, my favorite smell
I went up on the plateau to watch it come
to see the gifts it always brought
but this rain changed from blue to black
and left
nothing.

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?"
"You," he says, almost before I've finished.
"You,

But loving let's you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk.

Who knows why that man planted those fields? Perhaps he knew we’d need the flowers for a cure. Maybe he just thought they were beautiful, like my mother did. But we do find answers in beauty, more often than not.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

Because in the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how to let it go.

It gets harder and steeper, but not impossible.

He's in pain. I am, too. It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain we feel.

It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain to feel.