Ally Condie

«They both have in common their conviction that they are still learning, still growing, when in fact they have long ago lost that ability.»

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,»

Ally Condie


«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


«Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?»

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


«But I didn't see it. I believed him unchanging, a stone in all good senses of the word, solid, dependable, something and someone you could build upon. But he is as we all are: light as air, transient as wisps of cloud before the sun, beautiful and fleeting, and if I ever did truly have hold of him, that has ended now.»

Ally Condie


«The only chance of success is to trust in your own power.»

Ally Condie


«He's in pain. I am, too. It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain we feel.»

Ally Condie


«I could write paper people and I would love them too; I could make them almost real.»

Ally Condie


«Because in the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how to let it go.»

Ally Condie


«Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.»

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


«Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving lets you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as why's, you can love those parts too, and it's a love at once more complicated and more complete.»

Ally Condie


«Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes a part of theirs.»

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


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

Ally Condie


«You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.»

Ally Condie


«But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?"»

Ally Condie


«And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.»

Ally Condie


«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. I want to do something to make this better, even though I know that nothing can change the fact of my father gone and under ground.»

Ally Condie


«Reaching and reached. Cassia»

Ally Condie


«And I do not know how I can feel this much pain and survive, and at the same time know how much I have to live.»

Ally Condie


«It gets harder and steeper, but not impossible.»

Ally Condie


«Sometimes you can't speak, not because others won't let you, but because you are afraid of what you'll say.»

Ally Condie


«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.»

Ally Condie


«The pain wants to eat me away. I wish I could have one without the other, but that's the problem with being alive. You don't usually get to choose the measure of suffering or the degree of joy you have.»

Ally Condie


«I can't help being happy. I'm alive.»

Ally Condie


«Do not go gentle. So I fight. I fight the only way I know how.»

Ally Condie


«Writing, painting, singing- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.»

Ally Condie


«Writing, painting, singing--it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.»

Ally Condie