I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Got that gun?” Peter says to Tobias. “No,” says Tobias, “I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Because there might come a day when there is no flashlight, there is no gun, there is no guiding hand. And I… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
His hands skim my bare arms. “Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I hold the gun out from my body, my arms straight, just as Four taught me, when that was his only name.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
What do--" Tobias's voice. Tobias! "Oh my God. Oh--" "Spare me your blubbering, okay? Peter says. "She's not dead; she's just paralyzed.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
There are men with guns up there. When they see me, they will kill me, if they can," I tell my father… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
He pushes his hair, soaked from the snow, out of his eyes. "So what are we going to do, break a window?… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Four sits down on the edge of the carousel, leaning against a plastic horse's foot. His eyes lift to the sky, where… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“I have realized that part of being Dauntless is being willing to make things more difficult for yourself in order to be… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The man running toward me is not a man, he is a boy. A shaggy-haired boy with a crease between his eyebrows.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you're small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you're wrong." He… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Too bad you didn't just take Max up on his offer, Four. Well, too bad for you, anyway," says Eric quietly as… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage… — Veronica Roth Copy Share
“I was beginning to feel that I had finally found a place to stay, a place that was not so unstable or corrupt or… — Veronica Roth Copy Share
“He acts so tough that he’s probably afraid of marshmallows and really bright sunrises or something. Overcompensating.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share
You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris — Veronica Roth Copy Share
Don’t worry about me handling the pain," I say. "I’ve had a lot of practice. — Veronica Roth Copy Share
Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join… — Veronica Roth Copy Share
“Mas lembre-se, já agora, que por vezes as pessoas que oprimimos tornam-se mais poderosas do que nós gostaríamos.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share
“am aware of how little space there is between us—six inches at most. That space feels charged with electricity. I feel like it should… — Veronica Roth Copy Share
“Oh, good,” I say, a sour taste in my mouth. “Heroism is what I was focused on. Not, you know, trying not to die.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share
“Caleb frowns at him. "How old are you, anyway?" "Eighteen." "And you don't think you're too old to be with my little sister?" Tobias… — Veronica Roth Copy Share
What do you think they're going to do to us when they find us guilty?" she says after a few minutes of silence have… — Veronica Roth Copy Share
In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolized the sun. Back when I got this, I figured if I always had the… — Veronica Roth Copy Share
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