There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand
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.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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I think you’re still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
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Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging
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What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?
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My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.
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Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it’s so important that we don’t rely on it.
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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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The truth is… you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back…it hurts.
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Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
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Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
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I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.
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It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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I 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.
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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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To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
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It’s strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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