They both have in common their conviction that they are still learning, still growing, when in fact they have long ago lost that ability.

— Ally Condie

They could not write their names, but I can write mine, and I will again, somewhere where it will last for a long, long time. I will find Ky, and then I will find that place.

— Ally Condie

They were too much to carry so I left them behind for a new life, in a new place but no one forgot who i was didn'tand neither did the people who watch they watched for years they watch now

— Ally Condie

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

Until now, I've never been able to see while I fly, and I feel a dizzying lightness as I look out at the land be

— Ally Condie

We do not kiss. We do nothing but hold on and breathe, but still I know. I cannot go gently now. Not even for the sake of my parents, my family. Not even for Xander.

— Ally Condie

We need you."" I'm sorry, but I can't let that keep me here anymore.

— Ally Condie

What are the gifts given to we who live Below?"" Long life, health, strength, and happiness."" What is the curse of those who live Above?"" Short life, illness, weakness, and misery."" Is this fair?"" It is fair. It is as the gods decreed at the time of the Divide. Some have to stay Above so that humanity might survive Below."" Then give thanks.

— Ally Condie

What did you think about?" I wish I could tell him that I thought about him, but I lied to him once, and I won't do it again. And besides, I wasn't thinking about Xander either. "I thought about angels," I say." Angels?"" You know. The ones in the old stories. How they can fly to heaven." "Do you think anyone believes in them anymore?" He asks." I don't know. No. Do you?"" I believe in you," he says, his voice hushed and almost reverent. "That's more faith than I ever thought I'd have.

— Ally Condie

Writing, painting, singing- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.

— Ally Condie