It doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.
VERONICA ROTHThere 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.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar.
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His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate.
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I am terrified and I don’t even know of what, because I have lost everything already.
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I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
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We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.
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Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging
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People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets.
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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.
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It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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Sorry, am I being rude?” she asks. “I’m used to saying whatever is on my mind.
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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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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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I want people to come away from my book with questions. Questions about virtue and goodness. Not answers.
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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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My 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.
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