He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.
VERONICA ROTHDesperation can make a person do surprising things.
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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My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet.
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I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
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I’ll say it one last time: Be brave.
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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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…there is power in self-sacrifice.
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Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.
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Resisting is worth doing.
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It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.
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Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say. ‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face.
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Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.
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I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there’s nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.
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Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
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You won,” Four mutters. “Stop.” I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes are too wide; they look alarmed.
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