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“Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?”
"And there's so much to see. They are blue, and black, and other colors, too, and I know some of what they've seen and what I hope they see now. Me. Cassia. What I feel, Who I am."
"I think he might have meant to say something more, but when our lips touch, there is no need, for once, for any words at all."
"Ky gives me three gifts for my birthday. A poem, a kiss, and the hopeless,beautiful belief that things might work."
From the book Matched, P. 259
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
That's what happened to the society before ours. Everyone had technology, too much of it, and the consequences were disastrous. Now, we have the basic technology we need-ports, readers, scribes-and our information intake is much more specific... Such specialization keeps people from becoming overwhelmed. We don't need to understand everything. And, as the Society reminds us, there's a difference between knowledge and technology. Knowledge doesn't fail us.
"Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled."
"It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have a chance. I feel a cold loneliness deep within me. What would it be like to be alone? To know that you could never choose anything else?"
" Except. The face I saw, the face that was not Xander: I knew him to"
"You don't have to write it back," I say, feeling self-conscious. "I just wanted you to know." "I don't want to write it back," he tells me. And then he says it, right out there on the Hill, and all of the words I have hidden and saved and treasured, these are the ones I will never forget, the most important ones of all. "I love you." Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from the sky to earth, there is no going back.
I think he might have meant to say something more, but when our lips touch, there is no need, for once, for any words at all. #
And then he says it, right out there on the Hill, and of all the words I have hidden and saved and treasured, these are the ones I will never forget, the most important ones of all. “I love you.” #
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. #
Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs. #
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures. #
“They are giving us pieces of a real life instead of the whole thing. They have perfected the art of giving us just enought freedom; just enough that when we are ready to snap, a little bone is offered and we roll over, belly up, comfortable and placated like a dog… – Cassia”
“But if you were Matched,” I say softly, “what do you think she’d be life?” “You,” he says, almost before I’ve finished. “You.” We do not kiss. We do nothing bu hold on and breathe, but still I know. I cannot go gently now.”
“Red is the first color of spring. It’s the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.”
“So in the middle of all the noise, I point to the sky. I hope he understands what I mean, because I mean so many things: My heart will always fly his name. I won’t go gentle. I’ll find a way to soar like the angels in the stories and I will find him. And I know he understands as he looks straight at me, deep into my eyes. His lips move silently, and I know what he says: the words of a poem that only two people in the world know. Tears well up but I blink them away. Because if there is one moment in my life that I want to see clearly, this is it.”