Power isn't free. Energy isn't free. It has to be earned.
Lauren OliverAnd we'll punish the people who don't conform. Not bodily of course. This is a civilized country.
Lauren OliverMots clés deliria-free-america dfa
You're not supposed to know," I say, and it's true: The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.
Lauren OliverThis is the mistake they make above. They think that only certain people habe a place. Only certain kinds of people belong. The rest is waste. But even waste must have a place. Otherwise it will clog and clot, and rot and fester.
Lauren OliverBecause I am terrified by what I want: for him, and worst of all, from him.
Because I do want. I'm not even sure what, exactly, but the want is there, just like the hate and anger were there before. But this is not a tower. It is an endless, tunneling pit; it drives deep, and opens a hole inside me.
Mots clés hate hatred anger want
For a moment I am jealous: He has grown up here, fearless, happy. Perhaps he will never even know about the world on the other side of the fence, the real world. For him there will be no such thing.
But there will also be no medicine for him when he is sick, and never enough food to go around, and winters so cold the mornings are like a punch in the gut. And someday-unless the resistance succeeds and takes the country back-the planes and the fires will find him. Someday the eye will turn in this direction, like a laser beam, consuming everything in its path. Someday all the Wilds will be razed, and we will be left with a concrete landscape, a land of pretty houses and trim gardens and planned parks and forests, and a world that works as smoothly as a clock, neatly wound: a world of metal and gears, and people going tick-tick-tick to their deaths.
Mots clés people resistance wilds
But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing.
Lauren OliverYou don't even know me," I say quickly.
"I want to though.
Mots clés bestquotes
In the quiet, and the dark, I got stronger.
Lauren OliverMots clés alex
There was one painting, I remember, that showed a broad, clean sweep of sky and the ocean drawn out to the horizon, and the sand littered with seashells and crabs and mermaid's purses and bits of seaweed. A boy and girl were standing four feet apart, not facing each other, not acknowledging each other in any way, just standing,looking out at the water. I always liked that painting. I liked to think they had a secret.
Lauren OliverMots clés alex
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