At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“But the fire, the fire. The desire to live. I am not done yet, I am not.” — 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
It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The floor is solid metal in some places and metal grating in others. Everything smells like rotting garbage and fire. "Don't say… — 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
