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Veronica Roth Quotes - Page 26

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Where's Marcus, Destroyer of Lives, going to meet us?

Where's Marcus, Destroyer of Lives, going to meet us?

Destroyers

Thank you for your honesty.

Honesty, Candor

I love you." He frowns. "Say it again." "Tobias," I say. "I love you.

Love You, Divergent, Tobias

His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.

Eye, Crowds, Faces

Leave her out of this" "Why? Because you're doing her? Oh wait, I forgot. Stiffs don't do that sort of thing

Waiting, Insurgent

I have realized that part of being Dauntless is being willing to make things more difficult for yourself in order to be self-sufficient.

Self, Order, Difficult

Veronica Roth (2013). “Divergent Trilogy”, p.70, HarperCollins UK

You're afraid of heights,'I say. 'How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?' 'I ignore my fear,' he (Four) says. 'When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.

Decision, Four, Height

You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.

Gun, Divergent, Idiot

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

Don't pretend", I say Breathily. "You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty." "Fine. You're not pretty. So?" He kisses my cheek. "I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave.

Smart, Kissing, Brave

And then the screaming begins.

"What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too."

Tobias, Scream, Dies

"Insurgent". Book by Veronica Roth, 2012.

I forgot my watch. Minutes or hours later, when the panic subsides, that is what I most regret. Not coming here in the first place - that seemed like an obvious choice - but my bare wrist, which makes it impossible for me to know how long I have been sitting in this room. My back aches, which is some indication, but it is not definite enough.

Regret, Long, Choices

All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

Stupid, Different, Three

She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.

Art, Losing, Wells

Veronica Roth (2011). “Divergent (Divergent, Book 1)”, p.1, HarperCollins UK

It would be stupid to confide your entire plan to one person. It’s infinitely smarter to give little pieces of it to each person working with you. That way, if someone betrays you, the loss isn’t too great.

Stupid, Loss, Giving

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

Eye, Feel Better, Skins

Veronica Roth (2013). “Free Four - Tobias tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene”, p.7, HarperCollins UK

I knew by the way he looked at her that he held her in a higher regard than he held even himself. No selfishness or insecurity kept him from seeing the full extent of her goodeness, as it so often does with the rest of us. That kind of love may only be possible in Abnegation. I do not know. My father: Erudite-born, Abnegation-grown. He often found it difficult to live up to the demands of his chosen faction, just as I did. But he tried, and he knew true selflessness when he saw it.

Father, Insecurity, Selfishness

I started writing because I decided I was too old to play pretend in the backyard. Then I found that I could create those imaginary worlds on the page.

Writing, Play, Backyards

Everyone has to blame something for the way the world is.

World, Way, Blame

All I want is to become someone new. In this case, Tobias Johnson, son of Evelyn Johnson. Tobias Johnson may have lived a dull and empty life, but he is at least a whole person, not this fragment of a person that I am, too damaged by pain to become anything useful.

Pain, Son, Empty Life

He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.

Silence, Gathering, Arms

People tend to overestimate my character," I say quietly. "They think that because I'm small, or a girl, or a Stiff, I can't possibly be cruel. But they're wrong.

Girl, Character, Thinking

This concept could easily have gone awry. Stories about love tend to go that way sometimes. They wander into the realm of cheese and never return, which I think is a shame, because there is a way to write about romantic love without breaking out the Velveeta.

Writing, Thinking, Romantic Love

One choice can transform you!

Choices, Determined, Tris Prior

Veronica Roth (2012). “Insurgent”, Veronica Roth

she’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.

Girl, Strong, Eye

Veronica Roth (2012). “Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene”, p.6, Harper Collins

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