She bends down to kiss him, and his trembling hand reaches for hers, but he can't move it far enough yet. So I lift up his hand and put it on hers. I help him to reach her. For a moment, I'm part of it all. Then I'm just apart.

I never needed the Society to Match me.

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

If they feel something, they fight. If you were in a place with no pain, why would you want to come back?

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

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?

And out of nowhere, I think: So this is how it feels to stand at the edge of a canyon.

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