It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write. Ally Condie More Quotes by Ally Condie More Quotes From Ally Condie In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most. Ally Condie real stories people 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 fighting mother loss We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know. Ally Condie hardest lonely knows Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable. Ally Condie vulnerable caring Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not. Ally Condie worry past world I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over. Ally Condie waiting heart hands And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky. Ally Condie sky laughing thinking Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday. That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have Ally Condie everyday-things simple dream The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own. Ally Condie power-to-change dystopia world Teens find out a lot from other teens. Ally Condie teens Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief. Ally Condie relief reading beautiful 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 bigs parent matter There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached. Ally Condie ebb-and-flow leaving fall I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from. Ally Condie remember-where-you-came hands thinking This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal. Ally Condie balance cutting honesty Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it. Ally Condie remember thinking How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much? Ally Condie overwhelmed appreciate too-much I love. Ally Condie reckless I'm just a butterfly, a mourning cloak, sealed inside a cocoon with blnd eyes and stiky wings. And suddenly I wonder if the cocoons sometimes do not open, if the butterfly inside is ever simply not strong enough to break through. Ally Condie butterfly eye strong Once you want something, everything changes. Ally Condie things-change want-something want
