His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I shield my eyes from the sun to see her cold look—the expression I saw in my mind even before I looked… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“(...) a man encased in ice, his eyes hard and his voice like a frosty exhale.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I think he came to die with me," I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
But please, when you see an opportunity…” He presses his hand to my cheek, cold and strong, and tilts my head up… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“He acts so tough that he’s probably afraid of marshmallows and really bright sunrises or something. Overcompensating.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Don’t worry about me handling the pain," I say. "I’ve had a lot of practice. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Mas lembre-se, já agora, que por vezes as pessoas que oprimimos tornam-se mais poderosas do que nós gostaríamos.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
