The Selection Aspen Quotes

No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.

The picture of me just after I’d found out Aspen was saving up to marry me. I looked radiant, hopeful, beautiful. I looked like I was in love. And some idiot thought that love was for Prince Maxon.

I let myself be sad. I let myself think of him.

Castes never meant that much to me.

It's just the way it is. The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and Aspen endlessly loves America. It's how the world was designed to be.

He wasn’t allowed to come with me there—my own rule for this little adventure. No more. Good-bye, Aspen.

I knew that, in my whole life, if I married Aspen or someone else, no one would ever make me feel this way. It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.

You were the one who changed us when you left me in the tree house; and you keep thinking that if you push hard enough, you can make everything go back to before that moment. It doesn't work that way. Give me a chance to choose you.

And I know it's over, but it's the same way I felt when you broke up with me.

I remembered suddenly that Aspen had always been this way. He sacrificed sleep for me, he risked getting caught out after curfew for me, he scrounged together pennies for me. Aspen's generosity was harder to see because it wasn't as grand as Maxon's, but the heart behind what he gave was so much bigger.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.

I always wondered if they’d change you.

I love you, America Singer. As long as I live, I'll love you." There was some deep emotion in his voice, and it caught me off guard. "I love you, Aspen. You'll always be my prince.

He wasn't my boyfriend, he wasn't me husband, and he wasn't my friend. He was family.

That's why you can't give up. Heroes don't give up.

That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's.

Every day you say something or do something that challenges me, changes me.

You think you walk, Lucy? I think you fly. You see yourself in a uniform? I see you in a cape. You're a hero, of the quietest but most genuine nature.

Not that I am cheering for him or anything, but if he can't see how amazing you are, he's an idiot." -Aspen

I opened the door to Maxon. He stood there wordlessly. And all my anger made sense. I wanted everything from him and everything for him, because I wanted every piece of him. It was infuriating that everyone had to have their hands on this—the girls, his parents, even Aspen. So many conditions and opinions and obligations surrounded us, and I hated Maxon because they came with him. And I loved him even so.

It hurt me to be away from him. Some days I went crazy wondering what he was doing. And when I couldn't handle it, I practiced music. I really had Aspen to thank for me being the musician that I was. He drove me to distraction. And that was bad.

What about you, America?” Kriss asked. The only one who really caught my eye was Aspen, and after feeling that ache for him, this felt kind of stupid. I dodged the question. “I don’t know. They’re all kind of nice.” “Kind of nice?” Celeste echoed. “You have to be kidding! These are some of the best-looking guys I’ve ever seen.” “It’s only a bunch of boys without their shirts on,” I countered. “Yeah, why don’t you enjoy it for a minute before it’s just the three of us you have to look at,” she said snippily. “Whatever. Maxon looks just as good without his shirt on as any of those guys.

What would I fight for in this world if I wasn’t fighting for her?

Oh!” Aspen said, surprised to see me, too. “I think it makes me the worst guard ever that I assumed you were in your room this whole time.

It must be nice to have someone to write to. I’ve never had the luxury of love letters,” Maxon said, a sad smile on his face. “Has she kept her word?” Aspen was moving pillows from the other bed to prop under my head, avoiding eye contact with either Maxon or myself. “Writing is difficult,” he said. “But I do know she’s with me, no matter what. I don’t doubt it.

If you're about to tell me that I need to stop fighting for you, that's not a conversation I want to have" ~Aspen

Aspen would not have the satisfaction of breaking my heart anymore. He’d put me here, and I would just have to take advantage of it.

I love you, Lucy. You take care of me, I take care of you"? -Aspen "It wasn't a promise, but an invitation. And I nodded my head, accepting it, and stepping into a future bigger than either of us could have hoped for" -Lucy

Me quedé despierta un rato más, pensando en él y en lo mucho que le quería, y en la sensación que me producía su amor. Me sentía especial, incomparable, única. Ninguna reina, en ningún trono, podía sentirse más importante que yo.

Every happy man should have some one with a little hammer at his door to knock and remind him that there are unhappy people, and that, however happy he may be, life will sooner or later show its claws, and some misfortune will befall him -- illness, poverty, loss, and then no one will see or hear him, just as he now neither sees nor hears others. But there is no man with a hammer, and the happy go on living, just a little fluttered with the petty cares of every day, like an aspen-tree in the wind -- and everything is all right.

Le ciel est bleu, le soleil brille et Aspen aime America. Ainsi va le monde.

You're a hero of the quietest and most genuine nature" -Aspen (to Lucy)

I love you, America Singer. As long as I live, I’ll love you.” There was some deep emotion in his voice, and it caught me off guard. “I love you, Aspen. You’ll always be my prince.

Carolina'dan America Singer, Beş." Kafamı geriye çevirdim ve ışte oradaydı. Bu, Aspen'in benimle evlenmek için birikim yaptığını öğrendiğimde çekilen fotoğrafımdı. Fotoğraftaki kız ışıldıyordu, umutlu ve güzeldi. Âşık gibiydi. Ve ahmaklardan biri bu aşkin Prens Maxon'a duyulan aşk olduğunu düşünmüştü.

You deserve better." Mercifully, he kept eating as he spoke. "You've got to stop thinking of me that way. When it's just you and me, I'm not a Five and you're not a Six. We're just Aspen and American. And I don't want anything in the world but you." "But I can't stop thinking that way." He looked at me. "That's how I was raised. Since I was little, it was 'Sixes are born to serve' and 'Sixes aren't meant to be seen.' My whole life, I've been taught to be invisible." He grabbed my hand in a viselike grip. "If we're together, Mer, you're going to be invisible, too. And I don't want that for you." "Aspen, we've talked about this. I know that things will be different, and I'm prepared. I don't know how to make it any clearer." I put my hand on his heart. "The moment you're ready to ask, I'm ready to say yes." It was terrifying to put myself out there like that, to make it absolutely clear how deep my affection ran. He knew what I was saying, But if making myself vulnerable meant he'd be brave, I'd endure it. His eyes searched mine. If he was looking for doubt, he was wasting his time. Aspen was the one thing I was sure of.

Babamdan gelen mektubu ellerimde tuttum. Aspen'in prenses olamayacağımdan emin oluşu aklıma geldi. Halk oylamasında en sonuncu olduğumu hatırladım. Maxon'ın haftanın ilk günlerinde verdiği şifreli sözü düşündüm... Gözlerimi yumdum ve kendimi yokladım. Bunu gerçekten yapabilir miydim? Illéa'nın yeni prensesi olabilir miydim?

What are you doing here?" I whispered, smiling in the dark. "I had to see you," he breathed into my cheek as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down until we were lying side by side on the bed. "I have so much to tell you, Aspen." "Shhh, don't say a word. If anyone hears, there'll be hell to pay. Just let me look at you." And so I obeyed. I stayed there, quiet and still, while Aspen stared into my eyes. When he had his fill of that, he went to nuzzling his nose into my neck and hair. And then his hands were moving up and down the curve of my waist to my hip over and over and over. I heard his breathing get heavy, and something about that drew me in. His lips, hidden in my neck, started kissing me. I drew in sharp breaths. I couldn't help it. Aspen's lips traveled up my chin and covered my mouth, effectively silencing my gasps. I wrapped myself around him, our rushed grabbing and the humidity of the night covering us both in sweat. It was a stolen moment. Aspen's lips finally slowed, though I was nowhere near ready to stop. But we had to be smart. If we went any further, and there was ever evidence of it, we'd both be thrown in jail. Another reason everyone married young: Waiting is torture. "I should go," he whispered. "But I want you to stay." My lips were by his ears. I could smell his soap again. "America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you'll wake up to my kisses every morning. And them some." I bit my lip at the thought. "But now I have to go. We're pushing our luck." I sighed and loosened my grip. He was right. "I love you, America." "I love you, Aspen." These secret moments would be enough to get me through everything coming: Mom's disappointment when I wasn't chosen, the work I'd have to do to help Aspen save, the eruption that was coming when he asked Dad for my hand, and whatever struggles we'd go through once we were married. None of it mattered. Not if I had Aspen.

And I don’t want that for you.” “Aspen, we’ve talked about this. I know that things will be different, and I’m prepared. I don’t

My head didn’t ache, but my heart did. The longing for Aspen’s arms was so familiar, it was like it never left.

Let the world go to hell around you so long as you can get to her

And we had to. Because . . . because . . . For as long as it took to get to this moment, when it came it was fast. I loved Maxon. For the first time, I could feel it solidly. I wasn’t keeping the feeling at a distance, holding on to Aspen and all the what-ifs that went along with him. I wasn’t walking into Maxon’s affections while keeping one foot out the door in case he let me down. I simply let it come. I loved him.

In my defense I have only silence, dew on the grass, a nightingale among the branches. You forgive it, its long tenure in the leaves of one aspen after another, drops of eternity, grams of amazement, and the sleepy complaints of the poor poets

I looked away. That wasn’t something I could promise. I weighed Maxon and Aspen in my heart over and over, and neither of them ever had a true edge. Except, maybe, when I was alone with one of them. Because, at that moment, I was tempted to promise Maxon that I would be there for him in the end.

Aspen had shifted to fill a desperate place in my life. Not my boyfriend, not my friend, but my family.

Be happy", he Sid as he squeezed my hand one last time. "No, Maxon...", I screamed as Aspen dragged me away.

Aspen was dressed in white. He was angelic.

Pero que sepas que no quiero ser ninguna princesa. Lo único que deseo es ser tu esposa.

Shhh, don’t say a word. If anyone hears, there’ll be hell to pay. Just let me look at you.” And so I obeyed. I stayed there, quiet and still, while Aspen stared into my eyes.

But Aspen and I were never just friends. From the moment I became truly aware of him, I was in love with him.

You’ve got to stop thinking of me that way. When it’s just you and me, I’m not a Five and you’re not a Six. We’re just Aspen and America. And I don’t want anything in the world but you.

It's just the way it is. The sky is blue, the sun is bright and Aspen endlessly loves America. It's how the world was designed to be." I felt the lift of her cheek against my chest as she smiled. If I couldn't bring myself to apologize, maybe I could at least make it clear that those last minutes in the tree house were a fluke. "Seriously, Mer, you're the only girl I ever wanted. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. I've been trying to prepare myself for that, just in case, and...I can't.

I nodded, heading for the door, Aspen’s hand on my back. Before I hit the hallway, he jerked me toward him. I found myself in a deep, rough kiss. Aspen’s hand was behind my head, holding my lips to his for one long moment. Then, as if he forgot the danger, his other hand pulled my waist to his, and the kiss deepened. It had been a long time since he’d kissed me this way—between my fickle heart and the fear of being caught, there was no reason to. But I could feel an urgency tonight. Something might go wrong, and this could be our last kiss.

Ready, Mer?” I turn to Aspen. “Yes. I’m ready.

The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and Aspen endlessly loves America.

Meditation on Wilderness In the evening’s orange and umber light, There comes vagrant ducks skidding on the pond. Together they veer inward to the reeds. The forest—aspen, oak, and pine—recedes, And the sky is smudged on the ridge beyond. There is more in my soul than in my sight. I would move to the other side of sound; I would be among the bears, keeping still, Not watching, waiting instead. I would dream, And in that old bewilderment would seem Whole in a beyond of dreams, primal will Drawn to the center of this dark surround. The sacred here emerges and abides. The day burns down, the hours dissolve in time; The bears parade the deeper continent As silences pervade the firmament, And wind wavers on the radiant rime. Here is the house where wilderness resides.

I knew that, in my whole life, if I married Aspen or someone else, no one wouls ever make me feel this way. It wasn't like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn't some explosion; it wasn't fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.

It was slow but brief, and in those few seconds I felt that need, that sense of longing, that Aspen tended to inspire in me. One look at his emerald eyes, hungry and deep, and I felt my knees start to go shaky.

It’s just the way it is. The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and Aspen endlessly loves America.

Aspen was home. Aspen was safe.

I had missed thesekisses, so quiet, so sure. I knew that, in my whole life, if I married Aspen or someone else, no one would ever make me feel this way. It wasn't like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn't some explosion; it wasn't fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.

It’s just the way it is. The sky is blue, the sun is bright, and Aspen endlessly loves America. It’s how the world was designed to be.

Yes, I had feelings for him, but there were things that surrounded us that made having Aspen that much sweeter: the secrecy, the rush of being touched, the thought of having something worth working toward.

I loved Maxon. For the first time, I could feel it solidly. I wasn’t keeping the feeling at a distance, holding on to Aspen and all the what-ifs that went along with him. I wasn’t walking into Maxon’s affections while keeping one foot out the door in case he let me down. I simply let it come. I loved him.

And even though I wasn't in love with Aspen, he still mattered to me

-Somos un desastre, ¿no te parece? -De los gordos. -A veces tengo la sensación de que somos como un nudo, demasiado enredado como para que nos puedan separar. -Es cierto.-Asentí.- Gran parte de mí está ligada a ti. Si no estás cerca me siento perdida. Aspen tiró de mí, me pasó una mano por la sieny ladejó caer por mi mejilla. -Entonces tendremos que quedarnos así, enmarañados.

Spezzami il cuore. Spezzamelo mille volte, se vuoi. È sempre stato tuo perché ne facessi ciò che volevi.

Aspen Leger,” he said, testing the words. “Get out of my sight before I send you to New Asia to die.” Aspen’s breath caught. “Your Majesty, I—” “GO!