Ally Condie
Ally Condie
Allyson Braithwaite Condie is an American writer of young-adult fiction, primarily under the name Ally Condie. She wrote the Matched trilogy, a science fiction dystopia, whose first book, Matched, was a New York Times Best Seller...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
choices chance one-thing
It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.
lonely hardest could-have-been
We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.
strength wonder matched
I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.
want-something want things-change
Once you want something, everything changes.
night way found
Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?
honesty cutting balance
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.
thinking hands remember-where-you-came
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.
beautiful love-you first-love
Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving let's you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as why's, you can love those parts too, and it's a love at once more complicated and more complete.
reckless
I love. The most reckless thing of all.
want-something want things-change
Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.
caring vulnerable
Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.
thinking sky laughing
And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.
heart hands waiting
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.
past worry world
Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.