I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I take a deep breath. I'm not sure where that swell of desperation came from, but know that I've acknowledge it, it's… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be. I gasp,… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“stomach hurts. If my entire life is like this, loud laughter and bold action and the kind of exhaustion you feel after… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
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
I wipe my face with my sleeve, laughing so hard my stomach hurts. If my entire life is like this, loud laughter… — 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 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
