What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?
VERONICA ROTHHow have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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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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But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.
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I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.
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A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe. ‘No, Tris,’ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, ‘You look tough as nails.
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I feel like myself, strong and weak at once – allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
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I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I’ve done, but I’m sure my list would never be complete.
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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 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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Being honest doesn’t mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.
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Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.
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There are so many ways to be brave in this world.
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People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets.
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Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging
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No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.
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The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel.
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