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Veronica Roth Quotes - Page 16

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He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. ‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’ ‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.’

He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. ‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’ ‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.’ ‘What do you want?’ Then his face tightens. ‘Me?’ Slowly I nod.

Want, Faces, Tris

He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing, teasing, more alive in memory than I m in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.

Memories, Eye, Reality

feel Tobias brushing my hair back before the first simulation. I hear him telling me to be brave. I hear my mother telling me to be brave(...) I am brave.

Mother, Hair, Brave

If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?

Believe, Stills, Ifs

Be brave, Beatrice. I love you.

Love You, Brave, Be Brave

Creemos enla valentía. Creemos en tomar acciones. Creemos en la liberarnos del miedo y en la adquisición de habilidades necesarias para obligar a que lo malos salga de nuestro mundo para que el bien pueda prosperar y florecer

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

Our World, Feels, Breaths

Then everyone can call you Six.” “Four and Six,” I say.

Four, Six

People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.

Father, People, Tobias

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

Life, Loyalty, People

I catch myself thinking 'Thank God For This' out of habit, and then I understand what he's so concerned about. What if my parents' God, their whole belief system, is just something concocted by a bunch of scientists to keep us under control? And not just their beliefs about God and whatever else is out there, about right and wrong, about selfishness?

Thinking, Parent, What If

But maybe what I saw as fearless was actually fear under control.

Fearless, Saws, Dauntless

"Divergent". Book by Veronica Roth, 2011.

For me, it feels like driving from truth into a lie, from adulthood to childhoold. I watch the land of pavement and glass and metal turn into an empty field. The snow is falling softly now, and I can faintly see the city's skyline up ahead, the buildings just a shade darker than the clouds.

Lying, Fall, Glasses

Did you just call me BEATRICE?

Call Me

Veronica Roth (2013). “Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)”, p.16, HarperCollins UK

That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds. I smile a little, and let myself go.

Fall, Eye, Night

But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped. I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

Mother, School, Fire

I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

Love, Lying, Fighting

"Allegiant". Book by Veronica Roth, October 22, 2013.

I guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed down from generation to generation. - Tobias Eaton

Mother, Pain, Father

He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

Kissing, Hands, Differences

Veronica Roth (2013). “Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)”, p.25, HarperCollins UK

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

Fighting, Brave, Sometimes

My parents did love each other. Enough to forsake plans and factions. Enough to defy “faction before blood.” Blood before faction--no, love before faction, always. - Tris Prior

Blood, Parent, Enough

The theory is that if you spill all your secrets, you'll have no desire to lie about anything, ever again. Like the worst about you is already in the open, so why not just be honest?

Lying, Secret, Desire

I feel the urge, familiar now, to wrench myself from my body and speak directly into her mind. It is the same urge, I realize, that makes me want to kiss her every time I see her, because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating. Our fingers, loosely woven a moment ago, now clutch together, her palm tacky with moisture, mine rough in places where I have grabbed too many handles on too many moving trains. Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide-open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

Distance, Moving, Eye

My father says that those who want power and get it live in terror of losing it. That's why we have to give power to those who do not want it.

Father, Giving, Divergent

Veronica Roth (2013). “The Divergent Series Complete Collection: Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant”, p.39, Harper Collins

It's stupid to miss a thing when there are so many people to miss instead, but I miss this train already, and all the others that carried me through the city, my city, after I was brave enough to ride them. I brush my fingers over the car wall, just once, and then jump.

Wall, Stupid, Cities

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