“I find my anger ebbing away, and I'm lost in muffled grief again, this time not just for Tris, but for Uriah,… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Before I leave the bathroom, I pinch my cheeks hard to bring blood to the surface of my skin. It’s stupid, but… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt." We stay in the… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like they're made out of water, about to drip down his… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Christina and I don't speak, but I know our thoughts are the same, fixed on Uriah, on his last breaths.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“A weight settles on my shoulders. I knew, of course, that Uriah might never wake up. But the hope that kept the… — 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
