I imagine the wave of water colliding with the rock and spilling over the tile floor, collecting around my shoes. Doing a… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
That’s one way of looking at it. I prefer to look at it another way—which is that if they are persistent enough,… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“I can see brown-tinged water rushing through one pipe, disappearing into the machine, and emerging clear. Both of us watch the purification… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
My body rises with the water. Instead of kicking my feet to stay abreast of it, I push all the air from… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And we rise, hand… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Those who seek peace above all else, they say, will always deceive to keep the water calm. — 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
