Authors:

A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z

Veronica Roth Quotes - Page 22

All Quotes Acting Belief Blame Bravery Challenges Character Children Choices Community Courage Desire Dying Energy Evil Failing Fear Feelings Fighting Focus Giving Goodness Grief Guilt Hate Heart Home Honesty Honor Hurt Inspirational Justice Kissing Laughter Leaving Liars Life Losing Love Loyalty Lying Memories Mom Morning Opportunity Pain Pride Purpose Quality Racing Reading Running Sacrifice Safety Selfishness Silence Skins Sleep Today Training Virtue Waiting Wall War Water Weakness Worry Writing

You're too important to just... die.

You're too important to just... die.

Important, Dies, Insurgent

His hands skim my bare arms. “Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid of their guns” —another kiss between my eyebrows— “and act like the shrinking violet you could never be ”—a kiss on my cheek— “and you’ll be fine.

Kissing, Gun, Hands

No selfishness or insecurity kept him from seeing the full extent of her goodness, as it so often does with the rest of us. That kind of love may only be possible in Abnegation. I do not know.

Insecurity, Selfishness, Doe

THE SERUM WEARS off five hours later, when the sun is just beginning to set. Tobias shut me in my room for the rest of the day, checking on me every hour. This time when he comes in, I am sitting on the bed, glaring at the wall. “Thank God,” he says, pressing his forehead to the door. “I was beginning to think it would never wear off and I would have to leave you here to … smell flowers, or whatever you wanted to do while you were on that stuff.

Wall, Flower, Thinking

Nothing else is all right.” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.

Cheeks, Insurgent

Veronica Roth (2013). “Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)”, p.34, HarperCollins UK

Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.

Hair, Ears, Mouths

Veronica Roth (2013). “Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)”, p.19, HarperCollins UK

I would be shocked by the lack of security if we were not at Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.

Stupidity, Would Be, Lines

Veronica Roth (2013). “Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)”, p.13, HarperCollins UK

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

Brave, Divergent, Selfless

I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.

Brother, Kissing, Land

Then Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him “bruised” would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on.

Running, Eye, Cutting

Yesterday he told me he thought I would have to pretend to be weak, but he was wrong. I am weak already. I brace myself against the wall and press my forehead to my hands. It’s difficult to take deep breaths, so I take short, shallow ones. I can’t let this happen. They attacked me to make me feel weak. I can pretend they succeeded to protect myself, but I can’t let it become true.

Wall, Hands, Yesterday

You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.

Mother, Pants, Soil

Veronica Roth (2013). “Divergent Trilogy”, p.45, HarperCollins UK

Be careful, though." "Aren't I always?" "No, I think the word for how you usually are is 'reckless.

Thinking, Reckless, Be Careful

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

Gun, Bullets, Tobias

"Insurgent". Book by Veronica Roth, 2012.

I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".

Thinking, Titles, Speak

"I'll be your family now," he says.

Four

"Insurgent" by Veronica Roth, Ch. 36, (p. 399), May 1, 2012.

Tris," Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow. There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, "Beatrice." He laughs weakly. "Beatrice," he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt.

Yellow, Laughing, Next

I think that you are the liar!" I say, my voice quaking. "You tell me you love me, you trust me, you think I'm more perceptive than the average person. And the first second that belief in my perceptiveness, that trust, that love is put to the test, it falls apart." I am crying now, but I am not ashamed of the tears shining on my cheeks or the thickness of my voice. "So you must have lied when you told me all those things... you must have, because I can't believe your love is really that feeble.

Liars, Believe, Fall

That execution will take place here." She runs her fingertips over the table beneath her. "On this table. I thought it would be interesting to show you." "I knew what would happen when I came here," I say. "It's just a table. And I'd like to go back to my room now.

Running, Interesting, Tables

Which means that in order to defeat her, I have to think of a way to defeat myself. And how can I be a better fighter than myself, if she knows the same strategies I know, and is exactly as resourceful and clever as I am?

Clever, Mean, Thinking

She tries to turn too soon, and the ladder smacks into Fernando's shoulder. "Oh! Sorry, Nando." The jolt knocks his glasses askew. He smiles at Christina and takes the glasses off, shoving them into his pocket. "Nando?" I say to him. "I thought the Erudite didn't like nicknames?" "When a pretty girl calls you by a nickname," he says, "it is only logical to respond to it.

Girl, Sorry, Glasses

I don't know if you know this," Tobias says, "but Edward is a little unstable." "I'm getting that," I say. "That Drew guy who helped Peter perform that butterknife maneuver," Tobias says. "Apparently when he got kicked out of Dauntless, he tried to join the same group of factionless Edward was a part of. Notice that you haven't seen Drew anywhere.

Guy, Littles, Groups

Whoa there, Tobias," says the man to my left. "Weren't you raised a Stiff? I thought the most you people did was... graze hands or something." "Then how do you explain all the Abnegation children?" Tobias raises his eyebrows. "They are brought into being by sheer force of will," the woman on the arm of the chair interjects. "Didn't you know that, Tobias?" "No, I wasn't aware." He grins. "My apologies.

Children, Apology, Men

I am still the person who would have died rather than kill you

Persons, Stills, Died

And don't pay attention to Christina. Your face doesn't look that bad." He smiles a little. "I mean, it looks good. It always looks good. i mean--you look brave. Dauntless." His eyes skirt mine, and he scratches the back of his head. The silence grows between us. It was a nice thing to say, but he acts like it means more than just words. I hope I am wrong. I could not be attracted to Al-- I could not be attracted to anyone that fragile. I smile as much as my bruised cheek will allow, hoping that will diffuse the tension.

Nice, Mean, Eye

You May Also Like: