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 ROTHPart of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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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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It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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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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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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I’ll say it one last time: Be brave.
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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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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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Change, like healing, takes time.
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I am terrified and I don’t even know of what, because I have lost everything already.
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I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.
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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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In order to have peace, we must first have trust.
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I’ve done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.
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To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
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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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