Best 26 quotes in «matched quotes» category

Over the past couple of months, Chantel had become a pro at leading book discussions and inventing fun games and trivia questions that all related to that particular month's book selection. Although, last month's theme, dystopian and the book selection "Matched" by Allie Condie, had the retirement home director a little concerned when everyone wanted to stop taking their medications. Not... a good... thing!

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 life the angels in the stories and I will find him.

When it rains, I remember

Xander is my Match and my oldest friend and one of the best people I know. When I kissed him, it was sweet. I'm drawn to him and tied to him with the cords of a thousand different memories

The two of us hold each other's gazes for a long, unembarrassed moment and I feel that Ky knows. I'm not sure what he knows - whether he knows me, or just something about me.

When we fall in love for the first time we don't know anything. We risk a lot less than we so if we choose to love again. There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

Why are some things easier to write than say?

People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.

Discipline imposed from the outside eventually defeats when it is not matched by desire from within.

No combatants are so unequally matched as when one is shackled with error, while the other rejoices in the self-demonstrability of truth.

Felipe and I, as we discover to our delight, are a perfectly matched, genetically engineered belly-to-belly success story.

My passion for ideas is not matched with a passion for partisan or electoral politics.

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.

And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.

Ahora comprendo cuánto valor hace falta para escoger la vida que queremos, sea cual sea.

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 breather, but still I know. I cannot go gently now.

Es curioso cómo nos aferramos a los objetos del pasado mientras aguardamos nuestro futuro.

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives(Cassia 'Reached')

I came up on the screen, too, Cassia. But he was the one you chose to see.

But I didn't see it. I believed him unchanging, a stone in all good senses of the word, solid, dependable, something and someone you could build upon. But he is as we all are: light as air, transient as wisps of cloud before the sun, beautiful and fleeting, and if I ever did truly have hold of him, that has ended now.

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What d you think she'd be like?" "You," He says, almost before I've finished. "You.

close your eyes,"I say to Ky, and i bend down, his breathing above me while he waits. "There", I say and he looks at whatI've written. I LOVE YOU

It was a little thing, a baby tree, but still it tangled with things around it and required care to move. And when she pulled it out, it's roots still clung to Earth from it's old home.

He felt a stab of satisfaction at the way her cheeks colored and her eyes darkened with trepidation. Her emotions showed readily on her face. She had translucent skin that colored easily, and it would be tempting to spend his time provoking a reaction out of her. She was a match for him in more ways than one.

It is almost uncomfortable, this awareness of him. Each pause, each movement when he places a piece on the black and gray board. 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.

Lying in bed, my body and soul bruised and tired, I realize that the Officials are right. Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more. I want to pick my work position. Marry who I choose. Eat pie for breakfast and run down a real street instead of on a tracker. Go fast when I want and slow when I want. Decide which poems I want to read and what words I want to write. There 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.