“He touches my cheek and, even though we're in a room full of people, crowded by laughter and conversation, slowly kisses me.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Don't pretend", I say Breathily. "You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty." "Fine. You're not pretty.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“For a second his dark eyes are on mine, and he’s quiet. Then he touches my face and leans in close, brushing… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“I throw my arms around his neck, and press my lips to his. He holds my face in both hands and kisses… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until it is gone,… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“He grins and presses his mouth to mine. I tense up at first, unsure of myself, so when he pulls away, I’m… — 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
