My mother once told me that we can’t survive alone,but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to. Without a faction, we have no purpose and no reason to live.
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More Veronica Roth Quotes
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When you’re a writer, you hear your internal critic, and that’s really hard to get over. And then sometimes you hear critiques from classmates and stuff.
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Killing you is not the worst thing they can do to you,” I say. “Controlling you is.
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What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face.
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I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them.
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I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I’ve done, but I’m sure my list would never be complete.
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I think you’re still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
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In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.
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If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.
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Sorry, am I being rude?” she asks. “I’m used to saying whatever is on my mind.
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What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?
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Desperation can make a person do surprising things.
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Resisting is worth doing.
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It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do.
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I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
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“Oh, you know,” I say. “Sun shining. Birds chirping.” She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an underground tunnel.
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