They were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.
The Giver laughed, then Jonah, too, chuckled reluctantly.
She needs us, for our love, but she doesn’t need us for anything else now. He swallowed hard and said, Dying is a very solitary thing.
Precision of language, Jonah.
It's hard to leave the only place you've known.
It was simply a marking of time with no meaningful changes.
It was my journey and i had to do it without help. I had to find my own strengths, face my own fears.
Fear was always a part of life for the people. Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting. There was fear of cold, of sickness...
Elderberry, the old woman told her.
My instructors in science and technology have taught us about how the brain works. It's full of electrical impulses. It's like a computer. If you stimulate one part of the brain with an electrode, it....
We're all on our own, aren't we? That's what it boils down to. We come into this world on our own- in Hawaii, as I did, or New York, or China, or Africa or Montana- and we leave it in the same way, on...
Burden.
Why do you and I have to hold these memories?''It gives us wisdom.
What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong?
What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong? Or what if, he went on, almost laughing at the absurdity, they chose their own jobs? Frightening, isn’t it? The Giver said. Jonas c...
To sadden. To bloom. To bleed. What a strange set of words.
This evening he almost would have preferred to keep his feelings hidden. But it was, of course, against the rules.
There are German soldiers on every corner.
Over and over. They be making me remember everythings. Me old songs, they just be natural. But now they be stuffing new things into me and this poor head hurts horrid.
Only the moon was familiar