Quotes From "Matched" By Ally Condie

Cassia.I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle. I love you. (Ky Markham) Ally Condie

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) Ally Condie

At first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deepit smelled like sage, my favorite smell I went up on the plateau to watch it cometo see the gifts it always broughtbut this rain changed from blue to black and leftnothing. Ally Condie

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. Ally Condie

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. Ally Condie

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night? Ally Condie

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys. Ally Condie

Do not go gentle. So I fight. I fight the only way I know how. Ally Condie

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. Ally Condie

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. Ally Condie

Nothing is really lost as long as you remember it Ally Condie

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures. Ally Condie

All of the things that were shown in early studies to be good for longevity–happy marriages, healthy bodies–are ours to have. We live long, good lives. We die on our eightieth birthdays, surrounded by our families, before dementia sets in. Cancer, heart disease, and most debilitatingillnesses are almost entirely eradicated. This is as close to perfect as any society has ever managed to get. Ally Condie

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives. Ally Condie

She was the only one who made him hear music. The only one who made him feel home. The only one who wanted nothing more than for him to be plain, simple Will Truitt. Jamie Farrell

She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cooltouch igniting shivers over his skin. “Is this a ploy to get another song out of me?” she asked.“ It’s a ploy to get you out of your pants.”“ And what, exactly, are you planning on doing once you getme out of my pants?” Will felt his lips curving up again. “Darlin’, you leave thedetails to me. Jamie Farrell

They hadn’t been good months. About as ugly as a wet warthog and as messed up as a bumblebee in a snowstorm. Jamie Farrell

Some days, Will wished he could’ve been like Mikey. Living it up, having fun, embracing the moment. But Will had never been the kind who could keep his heart out of it. Jamie Farrell

And this is Kimmie Elias.”Kimmie inhaled a loud breath. “I had a dream you were thelove child of Bugs Bunny and the abominable snowman, but in my dream that was a good thing, and you lived in a mushroom that hadsecret passages into outer space, ” she said. And here he thought he’d already heard it all. Jamie Farrell

Smoke hung heavy in the air. Will’s eyes stung. His throat. His nose. And the crackling. God, the crackling fire was like the devil laughing. Vera was in that house. Mikey gripped his arm. “Hold on, Will–”Will lunged forward. “Vera–”“Whoa, Will.” Mikey’s grip tightened. “Stop.”“The hell I will. Vera–”“Billy?” One of the cops approached him. Said a bunch ofwords. Helped Mikey hold Will back. Vera was in that house. Vera, her trusty wooden body, her frets, her new strings. Vera, who’d had his back everywhere from Pickleberry Springs to Nashville to New York to LA, from seedy bars to stadiums. Vera, who’d helped him write his first song. His last song. Every song in between. Jamie Farrell

That was his biggest regret. He loved playing for aliving, loved hearing his songs on the radio, loved being on a stage and the road, but some days, he wouldn’t have minded going home every night to a sweet wife and a couple babies and fried chicken on the table. That was what Lindsey had taken from him. He’d fallen hard. He’d seen what his momma must’ve felt for his daddy, he’d felt his world crack right down the middle when the girl who hadbecome his everything ripped his heart out of his chest. Jamie Farrell

Like Momma says, only thing you get by digging dirt is dirty. Jamie Farrell

Did you call someone and tell them you’re safe?”“ Called and told ’em I’m not dead. Not so sure about safeyet. Jamie Farrell

Lindsey had a nearly uncontrollable desire to run herfingers through his hair, to see if it was as soft today as it had been the last time she’d known him. And that thick stubble on his cheeks and chin was long enough to be soft too. The good soft. Especially against her softer parts. Intrigue and desire warmed the smileys on her panties. Jamie Farrell

Heard a rumor you can’t cook, ” he said. She didn’t look away from her reading. “You know rumors. They’re always true.” She had him there. According to some of the tabloids, he had fourteen love children, two with aliens and one with the sister of Bigfoot. Jamie Farrell

If you kiss me and then leave again to go write anothertwangy song, ” she said, eyes closed, lips barely moving, “I swear to God, I will snap that guitar in half and feed it to you for breakfast.”“ You use the prettiest words. Jamie Farrell

It is utterly unfair, ” she said, shooing Wrigley away andtossing aside her blanket, “that your country boy smile isn’tillegal.” She pulled her feet from beneath him, but then she swung a leg over him and straddled his lap, still smiling at him while she took his cheeks in her hands and pressed a soft, open-lipped kiss to his mouth. Will’s pulse kicked up the tempo. He gripped her hips andpushed against her, parted his lips to make way for her tongue. Music exploded inside him. Electric guitars, keyboard, fiddle, bongos. No words, just the white-hot melody of their bodies. The intoxicating scent of her shampoo tickled his nose, but the intrigued woman scent was stronger–heady and spicy and everything. He wanted her. Jamie Farrell

She was his, but she wasn’t. I don’t do love, she’d said. But with her, he didn’t know any other way. Even when hewanted to protect himself, he knew. She was the only one who made him hear music. The only one who made him feel home. The only one who wanted nothing more than for him to be plain, simple Will Truitt. Jamie Farrell

You could make friends with a possessed unicorn, couldn’t you?”“ Probably so. We both fart rainbows. Jamie Farrell

You wanna go see my old bedroom?”“ Is that a pickup line?”“ Come on inside and you’ll find out.” How was a girl supposed to resist an offer like that? Jamie Farrell

Cinna slid down the bar, sassing three groomsmen andwinking at a fourth on her way.“ I totally get why some animals eat their young, ” Pepper said. Jamie Farrell

Though everyone who mattered to him told him to walk away, though Lindsey herself told him to walk away, he was still here. And she was still glad. Jamie Farrell

Ky gives me three gifts for my birthday. A poem, a kiss and the hopeless, beautiful belief that things might work. When I open my eyes... I say, "I didn't give you anything for your birthday, i don't even know when it is." And he says, "Don't worry about that" and I say, "What can I do?" and he answers, "Let me believe in this, all of this, and you believe it too." And I do. Ally Condie

What did you think about?" I wish I could tell him that I thought about him, but I lied to him once and I won't do it again. And besides, I wasn't thinking about Xander either. "I thought about angels, " I say." Angels?"" You know. The ones in the old stories. How they can fly to heaven." "Do you think anyone believes in them anymore?" He asks." I don't know. No. Do you?"" I believe in you, " he says, his voice hushed and almost reverent. "That's more faith than I ever thought I'd have. Ally Condie

But if you were matched, " I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?"" You, " he says, almost before I've finished. "You, Ally Condie

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. Ally Condie

They were too much to carryso i left them behindfor a new life, in a new placebut no one forgot who i wasi didn'tand neither did the people who watchthey watched for yearsthey watch now Ally Condie

It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain to feel. Ally Condie

It was a little thing, a baby tree, but still it tangled with things around it and required care to move. And when she pulled it out, it's roots still clung to Earth from it's old home. 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. Ally Condie

Thank you, " I tell Xander. "I didn't get anything for you -""It's all right, " he says, "but maybe - you could -"He looks into my eyes and I know what he wants. A kiss. Even thought he knows about Ky. Xander and I are still connected; this is still good-bye. I know already that that kiss would be sweet. It would be what he would hold on to, as I hold on to Ky's.But that's something I don't think I can give. "Xander -""It's all right, " he was, and then he stands up. I do too, and he reaches for me, pulls me close. Ally Condie

They could not write their names, but I can write mine, and I will again, somewhere where it will last for a long, long time. I will find Ky, and then I will find that place. Ally Condie

So I fight. I fight the only way I know, with thinking of Ky, even thought the pain of missing him is so strong I can hardly stand it... I think of him, I think of him, I think of him. Ally Condie

Any other questions?"" Just one, " I say. "What color are your eyes?" I want to know what he thinks, how he sees himself - the real Ky - when he dares to look." Blue, " he says sounding surprised, "they've always been blue."" Not to me."" What do they look like to you?" he says puzzled, amused. Not looking at my mouth anymore, looking into my eyes." Lots of colors, " I say. "At first I thought they were brown. Once I thought they were green.."" What are they now?" he asks. He widens his eyes a little, leans closer, lets me look as long and deep as I want." Well?"" Everything, " I tell him, "They're everything. Ally Condie

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

It dances on the air for a moment before it falls, too. A fresh gust of wind almost saves it, but a worker catches sight of it and lifts a tube up to suck the paper from the air, to suck the words from the sky. I'm sorry, Grandfather. Ally Condie

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl. Ally Condie

There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia. Ally Condie