Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
VERONICA ROTHI feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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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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Not writing is as important as writing – go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.
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I’ve done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.
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The truth has a way of changing people’s plans.
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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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I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
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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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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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Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
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Desperation can make a person do surprising things.
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We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
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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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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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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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“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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