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.
VERONICA ROTHIt 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.
VERONICA ROTHKnowledge is power. Power to do evil…or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.
VERONICA ROTHI traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.
VERONICA ROTHMy mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet.
VERONICA ROTHSometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
VERONICA ROTHResisting is worth doing.
VERONICA ROTHSometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.
VERONICA ROTHTo find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
VERONICA ROTHWhen 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 ROTHMy mother told me once that we can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to.
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.
VERONICA ROTHI have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.
VERONICA ROTHSometimes drastic change requires drastic measures.
VERONICA ROTHThe fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel.
VERONICA ROTHChoices can be made again.” -Evelyn Johnson (Eaton)
VERONICA ROTHSorry, am I being rude?” she asks. “I’m used to saying whatever is on my mind.
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