“we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Death will not take the people I love. Our journey will end differently.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Death,” I say. “ It’s the one thing they haven’t fully conquered. They want to know more about it.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Writing, painting, singing - it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in it's tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives(Cassia 'Reached')” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I marked a map for every death For every ache and blow My world was all a page of black With nothing… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I don't know where I find the air and I keep getting the words wrong: From out our bourne of death and… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“This summer I’d been spending a lot of time on other people’s deaths. Harley’s. Lisette’s. But somehow it had helped me feel… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Sometimes paper is only paper," my mothers says. "Words are just words. Ways to capture the real thing. Don't be afraid to… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I'm so tired. Once, I wanted to watch the floods coming into a canyon, to stand on the edge and see it… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“But I also know we can’t plan on anyone else rescuing us. We have to do it ourselves.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Ever since the day of the mistake with my Match. I've never known which life is my true one. Even with the reassurances of… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“She knows how things fit together and move, but so few people understand her. She’s the most solitary person I’ve ever known.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“There are many of them in the world, I think, good men and women with their frail deeds. Wondering what might have been, how… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“You wouldn't think you can forget but sometimes you can—for a moment or two. I've never been able to decide if I think that’s… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“It doesn't matter much anyway. I haven't slept well since he left. I can't dream. In some ways, that's the hardest part of having… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“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… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it is because now I live in his story. Now I am a part of his, and he of mine, and the part… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I wonder if they'll be able to resist. It's not exactly easy to save things for the future when the present is so uncertain.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I think of how many invisible injuries are possible. Ones scored on your heart, your brain, your bones. How do we all stand? I… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
