“She's right. We would compose poems about love and tell stories that have been heard in some form before. But it would… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“at first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deep it smelled like sage, my favorite smell I went… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I remember what Anna called the three of us. The Pilot. The Poet. The Physic. They are in all of us. I… — ally condie Copy Share Image
“When I was small my mother tried to teach me the colors. "Blue," she said, pointing to the sky. And "blue" again,… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Did you know Grandfather would give the poems to me?” I ask. “We thought he might,” my mother says. “Why didn’t you… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Pictures painted with water. Poetry breathed between kisses. Too beautiful to last.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“For what is the point of having something lovely if you never share it? It would be like having a poem, a… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
One of the things I've always liked about my husband is he's very good at lots of stuff. He was an English… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Cassia. I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason,… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I love you." Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back. It's time. I feel… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I can already feel some things slipping through my fingers like sand and water, like artifacts and poems, like everything you want… — 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
“Ky gives me three gifts for my birthday. A poem, a kiss and the hopeless, beautiful belief that things might work. When… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“His lips move silently, and I know what he says: the words of a poem that only two people in the world… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“I love you." lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back. It's time. I feel… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“There's a reason they didn't keep this poem. This poem tells you to fight.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Did the poet know how lucky he was, to have such beautiful words and a place to put them and keep them?” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Finding him has been the only thing for so long. Even without a map, even without the compass, I know I can… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“She wraps her arms around me and speaks in my ear. Words just for me--the poetry of I love you --to keep… — 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
