There are so many ways to be brave in this world.
VERONICA ROTHThere are so many ways to be brave in this world.
VERONICA ROTHMom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging
VERONICA ROTHI’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.
VERONICA ROTHMaybe there’s more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.
VERONICA ROTHPart of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
VERONICA ROTHSometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
VERONICA ROTHWe are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
VERONICA ROTHHe stares at me, and I don’t look away. He isn’t a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive.
VERONICA ROTHI feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
VERONICA ROTH…there is power in self-sacrifice.
VERONICA ROTHI watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there’s nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.
VERONICA ROTHResisting is worth doing.
VERONICA ROTHWithout a faction we have no purpose and no reason to live.
VERONICA ROTHYou don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.
VERONICA ROTHSometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.
VERONICA ROTHPeople, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets.
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