Inside me are the real things that give me strength--my 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.
Ally Condie
I don't know where I find the air and I keep getting the words wrong: From out our bourne of death and space the flood will wash me far- but it doesn't even matter. I never knew that words might not matter.
poetry
Some people think the stars must look closer from up here. They don't. When your'e up here, you realize how distant they really are--how impossible to reach.
quote ky
Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?
romance
I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.
strength
thoughts
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.
trust
Was [Sisyphus] from province?'I don't know. I don't know if he's real,' Ky says. 'If he ever existed.''Then why tell his story?' I don't understand, and for a second I feel betrayed. Why did Ky tell me about this person and make me feel empathy for him when there's no proof that he ever lived at all?Ky pauses for a moment before he answers,..'Even if didn't live his story, enough of us have lived lives just like it. So it's true anyway.
life truth stories real myths
She wraps her arms around me and speaks in my ear. Words just for me--the poetry of --to keep me warm in the cold. With them she turns me back from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.
young-adult ally-condie crossed
I'll go over again and again until I've finally crossed to where he is
dystopia young-adult ally-condie crossed dystopian
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.
anger
You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.
change courage inspirational matched
I could write paper people and I would love them too; I could make them almost real.
imagination creation
Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?
fantasy
I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.
pain hunger heart hurt wish waiting
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.
honesty
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