His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate.
VERONICA ROTHI suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I’ve done, but I’m sure my list would never be complete.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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There are so many ways to be brave in this world.
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I’ve done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.
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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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Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
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Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
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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.
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Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging
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I’m sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what’s wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.
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I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.
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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 like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.
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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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You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
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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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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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