Veronica Roth Quotes

The Dauthless have the wierdest slang. Pansycake, Nose...is there a term for The Candor?" "Of course."Uriah grins."Jerks

Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton

Then everyone can call you Six.” “Four and Six,” I say.

Be brave, Beatrice. I love you.

feel Tobias brushing my hair back before the first simulation. I hear him telling me to be brave. I hear my mother telling me to be brave(...) I am brave.

He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing, teasing, more alive in memory than I m in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.

I have your back. I didn't mean only when it's easy. All the time.

It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.

Yes," I say. "Three of these flying birds." I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight - toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.

The theory is that if you spill all your secrets, you'll have no desire to lie about anything, ever again. Like the worst about you is already in the open, so why not just be honest?

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

Did you just call me BEATRICE?

What?" I ask. "I'm developing a theory." "And it is?" She picks up her hamburger, grins, and says, "That you have a death wish.

I need the protection of seeming weak.

It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

Half of bravery is perspective.

You want him to walk?" Caleb demands. "Are you insane?" "Did I shoot him in the leg?" I say. "No. He walks. Where do we go, Peter?

Ser sincero en todo momento debe requerir valor. Yo no sabría hacerlo.

I would rather be dead than empty

Living without virtues is to live divorced from society, seperated from the most important thing in life, community.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.

I'm going to shoot a muffin off Marlene's head.

You think giving you a hug would give away too much?" he says. "You know," I say. "I really don't care." I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. It is the best moment of my life.

He moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.

I feel his heartbeat against my cheek,as fast as my own. "Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?" "Terrified," he replies with a smile.

One Choice One Choice, decided your friends. One Choice, defines your beliefs. One Choice, determines your loyalties - Forever. ONCE CHOICE CAN TRANSFORM YOU

My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.

"But please, when you see an opportunity..." He presses his hand to my cheek, cold and strong, and tilts my head up so I have to look at him. His eyes glint. They almost look predatory. "Ruin them."

What good is a prepared body if you have a scattered mind?

And now that you are out? How does the world seem to you?" he says. "Mostly the same," I say. "People are just divided by different things, fighting different wars.

You were afraid of shooting people?" "No," I say. "I was afraid of my considerable capacity to kill." How many young men fear that there is a monster inside of them?

Come on,'he says.' I have something else to show you.

Life damages us, every one. We can't escape that damage.

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplace disgust for another person's genetics.

I look up, and stop breathing. Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless.

I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?

But Christina and I are not people who cry together; we're people who fight together. SO I hold my tears in.

I never used to understand why people bothered to hold hands as they walked, but then he runs one of his fingertips down my palm, and I shiver and understand it completely

It is amazing how pretending to be in a different faction changes everything -- even the way I walk. That must be why it's so strange that I could easily belong in three of them.

I didn't realize until that moment that Dauntless initiation had taught me an important lesson: how to keep going.

The only reason I haven't shot you yet is because he's the one who should get to do it," I say. "Stay away from him or I'll decide I no longer care.

For someone so small, you're heavy, Stiff," he mutters.

I shift from one foot to the other, trying to get a good look at him. When I finally do, I look away. His eyes were already on me, probably drawn by my nervous movement.

They died for me,” I say. That feels important

I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

I have to admit that Christina is good—though I don’t like giving credit to Candor smart-mouths—and so is Peter—though I don’t like giving credit to future psychopaths.

I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me intothe wrong shape.