Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
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Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.lkLrPPij.dpuf
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Cassia has always
trusted the Society to make the right choices for her: what to read,
what to watch, what to believe. So when Xander's face appears on-screen
at her Matching ceremony, Cassia knows with complete certainty that he
is her ideal mate... until she sees Ky Markham's face flash for an
instant before the screen fades to black.
The Society tells her it's a glitch, a rare malfunction, and that she should focus on the happy life she's destined to lead with Xander. But Cassia can't stop thinking about Ky, and as they slowly fall in love, Cassia begins to doubt the Society's infallibility and is faced with an impossible choice: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she's known and a path that no one else has dared to follow.
The Society tells her it's a glitch, a rare malfunction, and that she should focus on the happy life she's destined to lead with Xander. But Cassia can't stop thinking about Ky, and as they slowly fall in love, Cassia begins to doubt the Society's infallibility and is faced with an impossible choice: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she's known and a path that no one else has dared to follow.
Ky or Xander?
In search of a future
that may not exist and faced with the decision of who to share it with,
Cassia journeys to the Outer Provinces in pursuit of Ky - taken by the
Society to his certain death - only to find that he has escaped, leaving
a series of clues in his wake.
Cassia's quest leads her to question much of what she holds dear, even as she finds glimmers of a different life across the border. But as Cassia nears resolve and certainty about her future with Ky, an invitation for rebellion, an unexpected betrayal, and a surprise visit from Xander - who may hold the key to the uprising and, still, to Cassia's heart - change the game once again. Nothing is as expected on the edge of Society, where crosses and double crosses make the path more twisted than ever.
Cassia's quest leads her to question much of what she holds dear, even as she finds glimmers of a different life across the border. But as Cassia nears resolve and certainty about her future with Ky, an invitation for rebellion, an unexpected betrayal, and a surprise visit from Xander - who may hold the key to the uprising and, still, to Cassia's heart - change the game once again. Nothing is as expected on the edge of Society, where crosses and double crosses make the path more twisted than ever.
Cassia's journey began with an error, a momentary glitch in the otherwise perfect facade of the Society. After crossing the canyons to break free, the waits, silk and paper smuggled against her skin, ready for the final chapter.
The wait is over.
One young woman has raged against those who threaten to keep her away from what matters most- family, love, choice. Her quiet revolution is about to explode into a full scale rebellion.
With exquisite prose, the emotionally gripping conclusion to the internationally bestselling Matched trilogy returns Cassia, Ky and Xander to the Society to save the one thing they have been denied for so long, the power to choose. (taken from the summary on the book)
In the society before ours, everyone had technology, too much of it,
and the consequences were disastrous. Now, we have the basic technology
we need – ports, readers, scribes – and our information intake is much
more specific. Nutrition specialists don’t need to know how to program
air trains, and sorters don’t need to know how to research diseases.
Such specialization keeps us from becoming overwhelmed. We don’t need to
understand everything. And the Society reminds us, there’s a difference
between knowledge and technology. Knowledge doesn’t fail us.
The Society chose to keep the hundred best of everything when the
culture became too cluttered: Hundred Songs, Hundred Paintings, Hundred
Stories, Hundred Poems. The rest were eliminated. How can we appreciate
anything fully when overwhelmed with too much? ( from: http://www.matched-book.com/society.html )
The Society chose to keep the hundred best of everything when the
culture became too cluttered: Hundred Songs, Hundred Paintings, Hundred
Stories, Hundred Poems. The rest were eliminated. How can we appreciate
anything fully when overwhelmed with too much? ( from: http://www.matched-book.com/society.html )
Quotes: Colors are the books they are from
“Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?”
“Once you want something, everything changes.”
“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 can play all of their games, including the
one in front of him that he just lost. He knows exactly how to play, and
that's why he loses every time.”
“I love.
The most reckless thing of all.”
The most reckless thing of all.”
“Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.”
“You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.”
“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.”
“How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?”
“If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and
uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that
is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don't
know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill
you entirely.”
“It's all right to wonder.”
Thanks to Ally Condie for writing this amazing Trilogy!
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.lkLrPPij.dpuf
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.lkLrPPij.dpuf
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.lkLrPPij.dpuf
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.lkLrPPij.dpuf
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