Knowledge is power. Power to do evil…or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.
VERONICA ROTHThen 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 feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
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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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How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?
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We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.
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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 also don’t believe that whatever comes after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions…I don’t believe that what comes after depends on anything I do at all.
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Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.
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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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Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that “something” is a fake bathroom break.
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There 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.
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We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
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It’s strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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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.
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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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We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
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