Quotes by Ally Condie

“But then I realize that even if I did have a soul, its not as though someone else would be there. It would only be more of me.”

“She's right. We would compose poems about love and tell stories that have been heard in some form before. But it would be our first time feeling and telling.”

“Writing, painting, singing--it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the s...”

“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 mys...”

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

“Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back”

“They both have in common their conviction that they are still learning, still growing, when in fact they have long ago lost that ability.”

“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.”

“Sometimes you can't speak, not because others won't let you, but because you are afraid of what you'll say.”

“It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.”

“If you love someone, if someone loved you, if they taught you to write and made it so you could speak, how can you do nothing at all? You might as well take their words out of the dirt and try to s...”

“Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you cant fight your way out of as easily.”

“You always have something left to lose. Until, of course, you die.”

“Nothing is really lost as long as you remember it”

“I draw in a ragged breath, the kind you take when the pain is too deep to cry, when you can't cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it out, you might cease to exist. I want to do ...”

“Ky gives me three gifts for my birthday. A poem, a kiss and the hopeless, beautiful belief that things might work. When I open my eyes... I say, "I didn't give you anything for your birthday, i don...”

“What did you think about?" I wish I could tell him that I thought about him, but I lied to him once and I won't do it again. And besides, I wasn't thinking about Xander either. "I thought about ang...”

“Inside me are the real things that give me strengthmy thoughts, the small stones of my own choosing. They tumble in my mind, some polished from frequent turning, some new and rough, some that cut.”

“It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.”

“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,”