Love has different shades. Like the way I loved Cassia when I thought she'd never love me. The way I loved her on the Hill. The way I love her now that she came into the canyon for me. It's different. Deeper. I thought I loved her and wanted her before, but as we walk through the canyon together I realize this could be more than a new shade. A whole new color.
Ally CondieStichwörter: love ky cassia crossed
Cassia and I sit as near to each other as we can. She leans into me and I keep my arms around her. I don't fool myself that I hold her together- she does that on her own- but holding her keeps me from flying apart.
Ally CondieStichwörter: ky cassia crossed
I love.
The most reckless thing of all.
She wraps her arms around me and speaks in my ear. Words just for me--the poetry of I love you--to keep me warm in the cold. With them she turns me back from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.
Ally CondieStichwörter: young-adult ally-condie crossed
Everyday the sun rolls by
Across the sky and through night's door
Every night the stars light high
Above the Earth and shine once more
Any day her boat might fly
Across the waves and to the shore
Stichwörter: crossed
Two little dark figures, looking up. Are they looking at me? Is is him? This far away there's only one way to know. I point to the sky.
Ally CondieStichwörter: dystopian-fiction teen-fiction crossed
For a moment nothing happens. The figure stands still and I stand cold and alive and-
He starts to run. I make my way down the rocks, slipping, sliding, trying to get to the plain. I wish, I think, my feet clumsy, moving too fast, not fast enough, I wish i could run, I wish I'd written a whole poem, I wish I kept the compass-
And then I reach the plain and wish for nothing but what I have. Ky. Running toward me. I have never seen him run like this, fast, free, strong, wild. He looks so beautiful, his body moves so right. He stops just close enough for me to see the blue of his eyes and forget the red on my hands and the green I wish I wore. "You're here," he says, breathing hard and hungry. sweat and dirt cover his face, and he looks at me as though I'm the only thing he ever needed to see. I open my mouth to say yes. But I only have time to breathe in before he closes the last of the distance. All I know is the kiss.
Stichwörter: love dystopian-fiction teen-fiction crossed
Good-byes are like this. You can’t always mark them well at the moment of separation—no matter how deep they cut. (Ky Markham)
Ally CondieStichwörter: crossed ky-markham
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
Ally CondieStichwörter: dystopia absence page-6 young-adult-fiction ally-condie dystopian-fiction crossed
If I could find one, I would cover the bark with her name the way I used to cover her hand with mine on the Hill.
Ally CondieStichwörter: page-49 ally-condie crossed
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