Ally Condie Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Ally Condie
Ally Condie Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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)
She knows how things fit together and move, but so few people understand her. She's the most solitary person I've ever known.
They say you should always teach a person's name first. That way, even if they never learn to write anything else, they'll always have something.
Shallow roots. Sandy soil. The bark is gray and rough. The leaves are long gone but her name still looks beautiful to me.
I see too many things. I always have. Words and pictures connect together in my mind in strange ways and I notice details wherever I am.
I wouldn't take that tablet Cassia. Not for a report. And perhaps not ever. You are strong enough to go without it.
Our time together feels like a storm, like a wild wind and rain, like something too big to handle but too powerful to escape.
It's all right," he says. "But maybe - you could - " He looks into my eyes, deep, and I know what he wants. A kiss.
Why care about a flat planet populated by flat people? Who cares about a place where there is no Ky?
When I look over later, I see that Eli is crying, but it's not enough to drown in so I don't do anything yet.
I know the Otherlands are to her what Ky is to me, the best, most beautiful place, not fully realized, but full of promise.
When you can't cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it out, you might cease to exist.
Sometimes you can't speak, not because others won't let you, but because you are afraid of what you'll say.
Good-byes are like this. You can't always mark them well at the moment of separation - no matter how deep they cut. (Ky Markham)
Sometimes paper is just paper, words are just words. Ways to capture the real thing. Don't be afraid to remember that.
But then I feel it. Even hidden away in the dark, I can tell that it is there. Some small part of me is always, always free.
I marked a map for every death
For every ache and blow
My world was all a page of black
With nothing left but snow.
For every ache and blow
My world was all a page of black
With nothing left but snow.
Then, quick, he flips the fish out onto the bank. It flops and gasps for air, its body slick.
We all watch the fish die.
We all watch the fish die.
The Society slides in everywhere, snakes in a crack, water dripping against a rock until even the stone has no choice but to hollow and change shape.
You don't usually get to choose the measure of suffering or the degree of joy you have. (Ky Markham)
His uniform seems threadbare and tired, and so does he, as though he's coming apart along the edges.
There's nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.
The poems and stories we shared with each other could mean what we wanted them to mean. We could choose our own path together.
Did the poet know how lucky he was, to have such beautiful words and a place to put them and keep them?
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.
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.
And even in my panic, I hear the music in his deep voice, the sounds of singing. I close my eyes, imagining my breath is his own, that he is with me
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. Thank
There's a difference between knowledge and technology. Knowledge doesn't fail us. -The Society/Cassia, 'Matched
These branches will be my bones, I thought, and the paper will be my heart and skin, the places that feel everything.
Two little dark figures, looking up. Are they looking at me? Is is him? This far away there's only one way to know. I point to the sky.
Things here are so different. Poisoned rivers, softened stone. You never know exactly what you're getting into. What will hold and what will give way
No."
"Why?"
"No one needs to know," I say.
"To know what?How long you've lasted?" Vick asks.
"To know anything about me," I say.
"Why?"
"No one needs to know," I say.
"To know what?How long you've lasted?" Vick asks.
"To know anything about me," I say.
In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life.
His body belongs to him more than most people's do, and I ache at the thought that it might have to stop, be still. You
Perhaps this is what I learned in the canyons: What I am, what I'm not, what I'll give, and what I won't.
If they feel something, they fight. If you were in a place with no pain, why would you want to come back?
I think of my second lost compass sinking to the bottom of the river, like the stone it was before Ky changed it.
If I could find one, I would cover the bark with her name the way I used to cover her hand with mine on the Hill.