You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.
VERONICA ROTHTo find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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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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Nature is neutral. Nature doesn’t care how much money a person makes.
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Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
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I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.
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That’s what love does. When it’s right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.
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Reading is such a huge part of my life.
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The truth has a way of changing people’s plans.
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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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Without a faction we have no purpose and no reason to live.
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Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it’s so important that we don’t rely on it.
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I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
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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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We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
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I laugh, and it’s laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I’ve ever known is coming apart.
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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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