I 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 ROTHWhat did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
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But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.
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It’s strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say. ‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face.
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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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Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
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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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Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.
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I’ve done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.
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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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Not writing is as important as writing – go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.
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If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.
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It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.
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I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
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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.
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