Ally Condie, Matched Quotes
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.
Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?
I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.
I'm falling in love. I am in love. and it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.
I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.
We do not kiss. We do nothing but hold on and breathe, but still I know. I cannot go gently now. Not even for the sake of my parents, my family.Not even for Xander.
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)
Ky still looks at me and I wonder for a moment if he is going to ask me what I am thinking about. But of course, he doesn't. He doesn't learn things by asking questions... He learns by watching.
There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia.
Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl.
So I fight. I fight the only way I know, with thinking of Ky, even thought the pain of missing him is so strong I can hardly stand it... I think of him, I think of him, I think of him.
They could not write their names, but I can write mine, and I will again, somewhere where it will last for a long, long time. I will find Ky, and then I will find that place.
For one entire day I let his kiss burn on my cheek and into my blood and I don't push the memory away... This kiss, these words, they feel like beginning.
It was a little thing, a baby tree, but still it tangled with things around it and required care to move. And when she pulled it out, it's roots still clung to Earth from it's old home.
It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain to feel.
They were too much to carryso i left them behindfor a new life, in a new placebut no one forgot who i wasi didn'tand neither did the people who watchthey watched for yearsthey watch now
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,
For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.
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.
Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back