He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe. — 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
That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I have something to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hand and look back at… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
It's stupid to miss a thing when there are so many people to miss instead, but I miss this train already, and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Tris," Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow. There is too much I want to say. The… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I hear footsteps and Four's hands wrap around my wrists. I let him pry my hands from my eyes. He encloses one… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
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
“Our fingers, loosely woven a moment ago, now clutch together, her palm tacky with moisture, mine rough in places where I have… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I have something I need to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look… — 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
I feel the urge, familiar now, to wrench myself from my body and speak directly into her mind. It is the same… — 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
His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this." He pulls me against him and runs his hand over… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Can you be a girl for a few seconds?" "I'm always a girl" I frown. "You know what I mean. Like a… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me,… — 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
