We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar.
VERONICA ROTHYou 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.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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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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Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
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All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.
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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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Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it’s so important that we don’t rely on it.
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Choices can be made again.” -Evelyn Johnson (Eaton)
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But when a book comes out, it’s just hundreds of opinions and you have to learn to separate out the ones you want to listen to or figure out many you want to listen to.
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Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It’s my choice.
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There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand
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I 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.
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Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.
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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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I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.
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Ingenuity requires creativity.
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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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