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.
VERONICA ROTHIt doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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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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Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.
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Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
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Sometimes drastic change requires drastic measures.
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People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets.
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I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.
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I think you’re still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
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I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.
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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.
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It’s strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.
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How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?
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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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Reading is such a huge part of my life.
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I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
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It’s strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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