Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.
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.
More Veronica Roth Quotes
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In ‘Insurgent’ we realise how large the world really is
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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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I’ll say it one last time: Be brave.
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He stares at me, and I don’t look away. He isn’t a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive.
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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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Knowledge is power. Power to do evil…or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.
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That’s what love does. When it’s right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.
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Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.
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There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand
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Reading is such a huge part of my life.
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He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.
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I feel bare. I didn’t realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.
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Maybe there’s more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.
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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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I feel like myself, strong and weak at once – allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
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