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.
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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…there is power in self-sacrifice.
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Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
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My mother told me once that we can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to.
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It doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.
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A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.
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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’ll say it one last time: Be brave.
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I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.
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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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Reading is such a huge part of my life.
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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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Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it’s so important that we don’t rely on it.
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Lies require commitment.
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Every faction conditions its members to think and act a certain way. And most people do it. For most people, it’s not hard to learn, to find a pattern of thought that works and stay that way. But our minds move in a dozen different directions.
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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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