- "It was a sound of rage and grief and it seemed never to end."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 13 - "Sometimes I wish they'd ask for my wisdom more often-there are so many things I could tell them; things I wish they would change. But they don't want change. Life here is so orderly, so predictable-so painless. It's what they've chosen."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 13 - "He wondered what lay in the far distance where he had never gone. The land didn't end beyond those nearby community. Were there hills Elsewhere? Were there vast wind-torn areas like the place he had seen in memory, the place where the elephants died?"
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 13 - "The sled hit a bump in the hill and Jonas is jarred loose and thrown violently into the air. He fell with his leg twisted under him, and could hear the crack of bone. His face scraped along jagged edges of ice."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 14 - "Then, the first wave of pain. He gasped. It was as if a hatchet lay lodged in his leg, slicing through each nerve with a hot blade. In his agony, he perceived the word 'fire' and felt flames licking at the torn bone and flesh."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 14 - "Was there someone there, waiting, who would receive the tiny released twin? Would it grow up Elsewhere, not knowing, ever, that in this community lived a being who looked exactly the same? For a moment, he felt a tiny, fluttering hope that he knew was quite foolish. He hoped that it would be Larissa, waiting. Larissa, the old woman he had bathed."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 14 - "Jonas began to remember the wonderful sail that The Giver had given him not long before: a bright, breezy day on a clear turquoise lake, and above him the white sail of the boat billowing as he moved along in the brisk wind."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 14 - "Dirt streaked the boy's face and his matted blond hair. He lay sprawled, his gray uniform glistening with wet, fresh blood. The colors of the carnage were grotesquely bright: the crimson wetness on the rough and dusty fabric, the ripped shred of grass, startlingly green, in the boy's yellow hair."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 15 - "Things could change, Gabe. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents. And everybody would have memories. You know about memories."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 16 - "With his new, heightened feelings, he was overwhelmed by sadness at the way the others had laughed and shouted, playing at war. But he knew that they could not understand why, without the memories. He felt such love for Asher and for Fiona. But they could not feel it back, without the memories. And he could not give them those."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 17 - "Memories are forever."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 18 - "Jonas felt a ripping sensation inside himself, the feeling of terrible pain clawing its way forward to emerge in a cry."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 19 - "It's the way they live. It's the life that was created for them. It's the same life that you would have, if you had not been chosen as my successor."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 20 - "If he had stayed in the community, he would not be. It was as simple as that. Once he had yearned for choice. Then, when he has had a choice, he had made the wrong one: the choice to leave. And now he was starving."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 22 - "It was not a grasping of thin and burdensome recollection; this was different. This was something that he could keep. It was a memory of his own"
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 23 - "For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo."
- Lois Lowry, The Giver, Ch. 23

