My heart will always fly his name. I won’t go gentle. I’l find a way to soar like the angels in the stories and I will find him.
Ally CondieWho knows why that man planted those fields? Perhaps he knew we’d need the flowers for a cure. Maybe he just thought they were beautiful, like my mother did. But we do find answers in beauty, more often than not.
Ally CondieDid you know Grandfather would give the poems to me?” I ask.
“We thought he might,” my mother says.
“Why didn’t you stop him?”
“We didn’t want to take away your choices,” my mother says.
“But Grandfather never did tell me about the Rising,” I say.
“I think he wanted you to find your own way,” my mother says. She smiles. “In that way, he was a true rebel. I think that’s why he chose that argument with your father as his favorite memory. Though he was upset when the fight happened, later he came to see that your father was strong in choosing his own path, and he admired him for it.
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Good-bye,” I say to Grandfather, and to my father, and I hold the tube in the river and pause a moment. We hold the choices of our fathers and mothers in our hands and when we cling on or let them slip between our fingers, those choices become our own.
Ally CondieTags: choices
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.
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Who am I to try to change things, to get greedy and want more? If our Society changes and things are different, who am I to tell the girl who would have enjoyed the safe protected life that now she has to have choice and danger because of me?
Ally CondieEl tiempo que pasamos juntos es como una tormenta, como viento huracanado y lluvia, como algo demasiado grande para controlarlo pero demasiado poderoso para poder eludirlo. Sopla a mi alrededor y me enreda el cabello, me deja la cara mojada, hace que me sienta viva, viva, viva.
Ally Condieof course, your one of my best friends.
Ally CondieIt feels good to be with Xander, in a different way than it feels good to be with Ky. Still. Being with Ky, being with Xander- both things feel like standing in the light. Different types of light, but neither feels dark.
Ally Condie...in the end you can't always choose what you keep. You can only choose how you let it go.
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