Crossed (Matched, #2)

by Ally Condie

Words and pictures connect together in my mind in strange ways and I notice details wherever I am.

Because in the end you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Because once you love, it is gone. You love and you cannot call it back.

“You can’t ever really kill a river,” she says. “You can’t kill anything that’s always moving and changing.”

Cut me open, and you might find a girl held together not by bone, but by stringy dry sinews, ones that look like the bark that hangs off the trees here in strips.

We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.