I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I love Tris the Divergent, who makes decisions apart from faction loyalty, who isn’t some faction archetype. But the Tris who’s trying… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
He pushes his hair, soaked from the snow, out of his eyes. "So what are we going to do, break a window?… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Tris-"Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Looks like someone had a mood swing.” She rolls her eyes. “Like you don’t want to know what his fears are. He… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
You want him to walk?" Caleb demands. "Are you insane?" "Did I shoot him in the leg?" I say. "No. He walks.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Can you tell me where to find Tobias'? I ask. When I imagine his face, affection for him bubbles up inside of… — 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
I do trust you, is what I want to say. But it isn't true -- I didn't trust him to love me… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Or you can stay frigid," says WIll, his green eyes glinting with mischief. "You know. If you want." Christina throws a roll… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I don't really control the story. I just let it go where it wants to go. I have no idea what's going… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I think he came to die with me," I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I used to think that cruelty required malice, but that is not true. Jeanine has no reason to act out of malice.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
When you're a writer, you hear your internal critic, and that's really hard to get over. And then sometimes you hear critiques… — 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
