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.
VERONICA ROTHSometimes 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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One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. Once choice will define you.
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I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.
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It’s strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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Choices can be made again.” -Evelyn Johnson (Eaton)
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Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.
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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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“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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Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging
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It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.
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It doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.
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At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family.
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I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.
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My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.
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There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.
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The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel.
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