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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More Veronica Roth Quotes
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Lies require commitment.
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Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
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I feel bare. I didn’t realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.
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But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.
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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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I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
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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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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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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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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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Knowledge is power. Power to do evil…or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.
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I want people to come away from my book with questions. Questions about virtue and goodness. Not answers.
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One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. Once choice will define you.
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I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them.
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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.
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