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.
VERONICA ROTHMy mother once told me that we can’t survive alone,but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to. Without a faction, we have no purpose and no reason to live.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.
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But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.
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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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It doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.
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Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.
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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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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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We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar.
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Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
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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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It’s strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.
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I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
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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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My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.
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