I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
VERONICA ROTHIt will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.
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He stares at me, and I don’t look away. He isn’t a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive.
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Change, like healing, takes time.
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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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What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face.
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There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.
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Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
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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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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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The truth has a way of changing people’s plans.
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It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
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I’ve done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.
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Lies require commitment.
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“Oh, you know,” I say. “Sun shining. Birds chirping.” She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an underground tunnel.
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Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.
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