When you’re a writer, you hear your internal critic, and that’s really hard to get over. And then sometimes you hear critiques from classmates and stuff.
VERONICA ROTHDo remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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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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Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.
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Maybe there’s more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.
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People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets.
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It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.
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Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
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Change, like healing, takes time.
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There are so many ways to be brave in this world.
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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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To live factionless Is not just to live in poverty and discomfort; it is to live divorced from society, separated from the most important thing in life: community.
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I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
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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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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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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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My 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.
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