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 ROTHI don’t want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
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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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I laugh, and it’s laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I’ve ever known is coming apart.
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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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Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.
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Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.
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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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I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them.
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Every faction conditions its members to think and act a certain way. And most people do it. For most people, it’s not hard to learn, to find a pattern of thought that works and stay that way. But our minds move in a dozen different directions.
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It 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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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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To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
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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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I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.
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Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.
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