I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.
VERONICA ROTHDo I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say. ‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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…there is power in self-sacrifice.
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In ‘Insurgent’ we realise how large the world really is
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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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There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand
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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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Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.
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We can’t be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can’t be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.
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People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets.
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My mother told me once that we can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to.
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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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It doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.
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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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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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What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?
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I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.
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