Veronica Roth Quotes

I love you" I say. "I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.

No need to continually insist upon your unshakable masculinity.

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. "Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of

He seems designed specifically for speed and deadly accuracy. But not strength, not particularly-he is smart, but not strong. Only strong enough to carry me.

We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.

What thought or message would you put in a fortune cookie? "Stop reading this. Eat the cookie and live your life.

Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.

I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.

What irritates me most about him is his natural goodness, his inborn selflessness.

I get up, because I’m supposed to, but if it were up to me, I’d stay in my seat for the rest of time.

This is what I wanted most to avoid: for my rises and falls to become Tobias's rises and falls. That's why I can't let him step in to defend me now.

All I want to say is that when you stop being delusional and start feeling desperate because you're too inept to figure this out on your own, you know who to come to.

I frown at him. How does he know all this information? And why, after two years of avoiding becoming a Dauntless leader at all costs, is he suddenly acting like one?

Little girl, he called me. A little girl who is stressed out to the point of paranoia. That is not me, but now, it's who the Candor think I am.

I can't tell him I need him. I can't need him, period -- or really, we can't need each other, because who knows how long either of us will last in this war?

Nature is neutral. Nature doesn't care how much money a person makes.

Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.

My parents did love each other. Enough to forsake plans and factions. Enough to defy “faction before blood.” Blood before faction--no, love before faction, always. - Tris Prior

About when to let others sacrifice themselves for you, even if its selfish. They say that if the sacrifice is the ultimate way for that person to show you that they love you, let them do it.

It's then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.

Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias

He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

Please. They're like the Cult of Four.

Independent and uninvolved. Must be nice. -Tris

Christina,'i say,'The factionless have all the guns.

We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.

What's your name? Um... Think about it. You don't get to pick again. Tris.

There is a reason you don’t know all the things I know. -Marcus Eaton

Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.

By the time we leave, I have red lips and curled eyelashes, and I’m wearing a bright red dress. And there’s a knife strapped to the inside of my knee. This all makes perfect sense.

Do it fast, you pansycake.

Even though I am still injured, I had to fight again today.Luckily this time,I was paired against Myra,who couldn't throw a good punch if someone was controlling her arm for her.

She smiles.Her teeth are crooked. If I knocked them out,I might be doing her a favor.

Inquisitiveness is self-serving, Johanna. -Marcus Eaton

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-

It's not often real that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest part of someone. It's not comfortable what you do.

You're the one who has to live with your choice, everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will

Honesty leads to peace.

Some people believe that I will go nowhere, and maybe they're right, but maybe they're not.

I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.

Blood is a strange color. It's darker than you expect it to be.

I suppose everything is bound to look different when you aren't on your way to die.

Few people who are born into Abnegation choose to leave it. When they do, we remember.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.

You don’t always have to smack people in the face with how strong you are