The truth is… you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back…it hurts.
VERONICA ROTHSometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.
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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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There are so many ways to be brave in this world.
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I don’t want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.
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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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I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
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I feel like myself, strong and weak at once – allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
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Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that “something” is a fake bathroom break.
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Change, like healing, takes time.
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I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.
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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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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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A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe. ‘No, Tris,’ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, ‘You look tough as nails.
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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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We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.
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