Matched Cassia Quotes

That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes)

You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.

Cassia. I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle. I love you. (Ky Markham)

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

This is a cruel thing to do because when someone knows your story they know you. And they can hurt you. It's why I give mine away in pieces, even to Cassia.

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

Love has different shades. Like the way I loved Cassia when I thought she'd never love me. The way I loved her on the Hill. The way I love her now that she came into the canyon for me. It's different. Deeper. I thought I loved her and wanted her before, but as we walk through the canyon together I realize this could be more than a new shade. A whole new color.

Cassia and I sit as near to each other as we can. She leans into me and I keep my arms around her. I don't fool myself that I hold her together- she does that on her own- but holding her keeps me from flying apart.

I wouldn't take that tablet Cassia. Not for a report. And perhaps not ever. You are strong enough to go without it.

And when I see Ky again, which I know will happen, I will whisper the words I have written in his ear, against his lips. And they will change from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.

Cassia. Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red rocks of the Carving. She's more beautiful than snow. Is this real? She points to the sky.

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.

There is satisfaction in knowing that something good and right and true was part of you. That you had the blessing, gift, good fortune, perfect luck, to know someone like this, to pass through fire and water and stone and sky together and emerge, all of you, strong enough to hold on, strong enough to let go. (Cassia)

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

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

Death will not take the people I love. Our journey will end differently.

One night," Ky says, "doesn't seem like much to ask." I don't speak. He moves closer and I feel his cheek against mine and breathe in the scent of sage and pine, of old dust and fresh water and of him. "For one night, can we just think of each other? Not the Society or the Rising or even our families?" "No," I say. "No what?" He tangles one of his hands in my hair, the other draws me closer still. "No, I don't think we can," I say. "And no, it isn't too much to ask.

Neither of us moves for a moment, locked instead in each other's eyes and in the branches of this Hill we might never finish climbing.

Then Xander whispers, "Cassia... if we could choose, would you ever have chosen me?

It's good to know that Xander's here. So that when I go down, she won't be alone. "You walked through the Carving to find me," I tell Cassia softly. "I'm going to walk through this to reach you.

I will be strong enough to go without the tablet. But there are other things I’m not strong enough to go without, and I intend to fight for them. (Cassia Reyes)

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.

Right then I knew we were feeling the same thing. I knew we loved Cassia, if not exactly the same way, then the same amount. And the amount was: completely.

Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me?

Reaching and reached. Cassia

Parents are always giving things that are not taken

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

It could have been different," I say, almost under my breath. If I'd kissed Indie again after she kissed me. If I hadn't known Cassia before I met Indie. "But it's not," Indie says, and she's right.

Cassia doesn't like to sort people. I'm all too good at it and I worry I'll grow to like it too much.It's a talent.[...]And all it takes is a misstep or two for that talent to become a liability instead of an asset.

Sé que querías decirme que siempre me recordarías, Cassia, pero tengo miedo de que me olvides.

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.

Mountains, I realize. That's what the ocean is. Those waves are peaks. The stars are lights in houses and on streets. The earth reflects the sky and the sky meets the earth and, every now and then, if we're lucky, we have a moment to see how small we are

Trust your words

If you've always known how to look at someone, it's strange when that directive changes" -Cassia, 'Matched

I should be with Ky in the infirmary. i should be with Xander in prinson. I should be sorting for a cure. can only try to do all three and hope these pieces of myself are enough to find something that can make me whole

And I do not know how I can feel this much pain and survive, and at the same time know how much I have to live.

The way the two of them look at each other is like touching.

They are giving us pieces of a real life instead of the whole thing. And I'll tell her that I don't want samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.

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

He's never taught to dance, and yet he's guiding me.He dosen't notice because he's concentrating so hard on what he dosen't have-- what he thinks he can't do

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.

Ever minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs" -Cassia, 'Matched

So many times in my life I’ve felt as though looking at Em is like seeing another variation of myself, but I don’t feel that way now. Too much has changed recently. Still, Em is my best girl friend. Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that. -Cassia, from the novel Matched.

When thigs liek this happen-when what was meant to help results in harm, whenn salve brings pain instead of healing- it is clear how wrong even choices intended to be right can become

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

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.

My mother holds Bram tightly. I draw i ragged breath, the kind you take when the pain is too deep to cry, when you can;t cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it out, you might cease to exist.I want to do something to make this better, even though I know tha nothing can change the fact of my father gone and under ground

For some reason the neatly ordered and abandoned books make me feel sad. Tired. I wish Cassia were with me. She'd turn each page and read every word. I can picture her in the dim light of the cave with her bright eyes and her smile and I close my eyes. That shadowy memory might be as close as I come to seeing her again. We have the map, but the distance we still have to cross looks almost insurmountable.

I realize that the Officials are right. Once you want something everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more. 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.

I know you meant that you would always remember me, Cassia, but I'm afraid you might forget.

In a story, you can turn to the front and being again and everyone lives once more.

I wouldn’t care how small the world became as long as I had Cassia at the center of mine.

No me importaría lo pequeño que se volviera el mundo siempre que Cassia continuara siendo el centro del mío.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures" -Cassia 'Matched

En cambio trazo una curva. Una ola. Como un mar, o un retal de seda verde que ondea el viento. Cric, cric. Ahora ésta roca, moldeada por otras fuerzas , el agua y el viento, está modificada por mí. Y eso me gusta. Yo siempre me transformo en lo que otras personas quieren. Con Cassia en la Loma: Sólo que entonces era yo mismo.

When I was small my mother tried to teach me the colors. "Blue," she said, pointing to the sky. And "blue" again, the second time pointing to the water. She told me I shook my head because I could see that sky blue was not always the same as water blue. It took me a long time-until I lived in Oria- to use the same word for all the shades of a color... Love has different shades. Like the way I loved Cassia when I thought she'd never love me. The way I loved her on The Hill. The way I love her now that she came into the canyon for me. It's different. Deeper. I thought I loved her and wanted her before, but as we walk through the canyon together I realize this could be more than a new shade. A whole new color.

I wanted Cassia to choose me. In some ways, our being Matched is the biggest strike against me. How was she supposed to love me when the Society said she should?

Cassia Reyes, the Society is pleased to present you with your Match.

Back then, I was home in Oria, trying to make Cassia fall in love with me.

Love has different shades. Like the way I loved Cassia when I thought she’d never love me. The way I loved her on the Hill. The way I love her now that she came into the canyon for me. It’s different. Deeper. I thought I loved her and wanted her before, but as we walk through the canyon together I realize this could be more than a new shade. A whole new color.

Writing, painting, singing - it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in it's 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 between footsteps makes up our lives.

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.

You’re in love with the idea of the Rising, Cassia. But you don’t actually know what it is. You don’t know what it’s like to try to rebel and see everyone die around you. You don’t know.

If you could fly anywhere, where would you go?” Indie asks. “I think you know the answer to that,” I tell her. I slip the paper into my pocket. “Central, then,” Indie says. “You’d fly to Central.” “Wherever Cassia is.

I think you kissed me back," she says, "I did," I say. I'm not sorry anymore. When Indie kissed me, I felt all her pain and longing and want. It cut me up to know how she felt and to know how much I loved her, too, but not in a way that could work. The way I feel about Indie is an understanding so painful and elemental that it would tear me apart. The strange thing is that what she felt for me held her together. I could do for her what Cassia does for me. I knew that it's why I kissed Indie back.

And in a way, perhaps that means I love Xander best of all.

I failed him because I cannot do for him what Ky does for me. I can't help Xander sing.

I have to admit that there have been times when I wished something bad would happen to the people of the Boroughs in Oria. Like the time the Society took me away and no one but Cassia ran after me. Or when the people laughed during the showings because they didn’t understand death.

Like the time the Society took me away and no one but Cassia ran after me. Or when the people laughed during the showings because they didn’t understand death.

Mi padre siempre ha roto las reglas por aquellos que ama, al igual que mi madre siempre las mantenía por la misma razón.

With Cassia on the Hill—only then was I truly myself.

have to believe in something to survive. She’s picked the Rising. I chose Cassia.

is a cruel thing to do because when someone knows your story they know you. And they can hurt you. It’s why I give mine away in pieces, even to Cassia.

You walked through the Carving to find me,” I tell Cassia softly. “I’m going to walk through this to reach you.” Cassia

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

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

I know you meant that you would always remember me, Cassia, but I’m afraid you might forget.

There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia.

I wouldn't care how small the world became as long as I had Cassia at the center of mine.

I promised myself then that I wouldn't let fear make me into someone I didn't want to be.

Beliefs and myths are tied so closely together that you're never sure which is tale and which is true.

I know you came into the Carving for me, Cassia. But the Rising is the one place I don't know if I can go for you.

You lied about Xander's secret, didn't you? What is it?" "I can't tell you." "Why not?" "It's not mine to tell," I say. "It's his." It's not just selfishness that keeps me from telling Cassia Xander's secret. I know he wanted to tell her himself. I owe him that. He knew my secret- my status as an Aberration- and never told anyone. Not even Cassia. This isn't a game. He's not my opponent and Cassia's not a prize.

Tell me why," she says. "Why would you want to lie to me? Why would you take a choice from me?" Her gaze has softened and she's looking at me as Ky again- the person she loves- and somehow that's even worse. All the reasons I lied run through my head: because I can't lose you, because I was jealous, because I don't trust anyone, because I can't even trust myself, because, because, because. "You know why," I say, anger flaring in me suddenly. At everything. Everyone. The Society, the Rising, my father, myself, Indie, Xander, Cassia. "No, I don't," she beings, but I don't let her finish. "Fear," I say, holding her gaze. "We were both afraid. I was afraid of losing you. You were afraid, back in the Borough. When you took my choice away from me.

If what she wants is the Rising, I will help her reach it.

Cassia, I’m in love with you and I want you. So, what will it take for you to feel the same? A whole new world?

The tiny feeling of loss deep within my heart surprises me. My peers will spend the next few days swooning over pictures of their Matches, bragging about them during meal hours at school, waiting for more and more bits of information to be revealed. Anticipating their first meeting, their second meeting, and so on. That mystery does not exist for Xander and me. I won't wonder what he is like or daydream about our first meeting.

The words aren't peaceful," Ky says. "I know." "Then why do they make me feel calm?" Ky asks in wonder. "I don't understand.

wouldn’t care how small the world became as long as I had Cassia at the center of mine.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Ky can play this game . . . He knows exactly how to play, and that's why he loses every time.

...there's a difference between knowledge and technology. Knowledge doesn't fail us." -The Society/Cassia, 'Matched

Cassia. I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle. I love you.

We must have been thirteen or so, and we were both in love with Cassia.

I wonder if death will always taste this good. (Cassia Reyes)