Blue is the most common eye color in Oria Province, but there is something different about his eyes and I'm not sure what it is. More depth? I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. If he seems to have depth to me, do I seem shallow and transparent to him?
Ally Condie
For one entire day I let his kiss burn on my cheek and into my blood and I don't push the memory away.. This kiss, these words, they feel like beginning.
beginning kiss
They both have in common their conviction that they are still learning, still growing, when in fact they have long ago lost that ability.
learning
Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back
life-lessons
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.
literature
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
memory nostalgia
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.
pain crying
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 the Offical that day in the greenspace, I think a part of me hasn't felt at peace. It was as though I saw for the first time that life could branch into different paths, take different directions.
peace
Reaching and reached. Cassia
society the-end ky rising cure
Until now, I've never been able to see while I fly, and I feel a dizzying lightness as I look out at the land below us. This The stars have come to the earth, and the ocean has turned over the ground; dark waves meet the sky. They are unmoving, barely visible but for the light of the sun rising behind them. I realize. That's what the ocean is. Those waves are peaks. The stars are lights in houses and on streets. 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.
universe synchronicity
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 myself. I did not expect to love his words. I did no expect to find myself in the.
words
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.
inspirational world earth small
He's throwing everything he can into the air on the chance that something might take flight. And we're the smallest, weakest bird.
chance
I don't know what happens after we die. It doesn't seem to me like there can be much past this. But I suppose I can conceive that what we make and do can last beyond us. Maybe in a different place, on another plane.
death-and-dying afterlife
I keep telling myself that, and most of the time I believe it.
doubt
eyes depth shallow
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