The stars have come to the earth, and the ocean has turned over the ground; dark waves meet the sky.
Ally CondieMots clés imagery
He's throwing everything he can into the air on the chance that something might take flight. And we're the smallest, weakest bird.
Ally CondieThese branches will be my bones, I thought, and the paper will be my heart and skin, the places that feel everything.
Ally CondieIn my mind, a stream ran and snow fell, and we said good-bye on the bank, and I took to the water and he ran alongside it, bringing these words the length of the river.
Ally CondieNo,' she says, as if the suggestion is ridiculous. 'I wouldn't go back to where I'm from. I'd go someplace I've never been.
Ally CondieMots clés journey exploration
Perhaps this is what I learned in the canyons: What I am, what I'm not, what I'll give, and what I won't.
Ally CondieI 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.
Ally CondieMots clés afterlife death-and-dying
I keep telling myself that, and most of the time I believe it.
Ally CondieMots clés doubt
Tenemos más cosas que decirnos, pero estamos aprendiendo a hablar. Juntos, salimos del bosque. Sin tocarnos. Todavía.
Ally CondieThere is so much that I want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia.
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