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Veronica Roth Quotes - Page 9

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I see a few hands stretching out to me at the edge of the net, so I grabbed the first one I could reach and pull myself across. I roll off, and would have fallen face-first onto a wood floor if he had not caught me. He

I see a few hands stretching out to me at the edge of the net, so I grabbed the first one I could reach and pull myself across. I roll off, and would have fallen face-first onto a wood floor if he had not caught me. "He" is the young man attached to the hand I grabbed. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are dark blue, a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color.

Dream, Sleep, Eye

I cross my arms. "It was a two minute conversation." "I don't think a smaller time frame makes it less unwise." He furrows his eyebrows and touches the corner of my bruised eye with his fingertips. My head jerks back, but he doesn't take his hand away. Instead he sighs. "You know, if you could just learn to attack first, you might do better." "Attack first?" I say. "How will that help?" "You're fast. If you can get a few good hits in before they know what's going on, you could win." He shrugs, and his hand falls.

Fall, Eye, Winning

How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage another.

Simple, Decision, Ruins

I'm surprised you know that," I say quietly, " since you left halfway through my one and only fight." "It wasn't something I wanted to watch." he says. What's that supposed to mean?

Mean, Fighting, Watches

Veronica Roth (2014). “Divergent Series Ultimate Four-Book Collection: Divergent; Insurgent; Allegiant; Four”, p.66, Harper Collins

Color fills her cheeks, and I think it again: that Johanna Reyes might still be beautiful. Except now I think that she isn't just beautiful in spite of the scar, she's somehow beautiful with it, like Lynn with her buzzed hair, like Tobias with the memories of his father's cruelty that he wears like armor, like my mother in her plain gray clothing.

Beautiful, Mother, Memories

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

Morning, Moving, Nighttime

Veronica Roth (2012). “Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene”, p.7, Harper Collins

Four sits down on the edge of the carousel, leaning against a plastic horse's foot. His eyes lift to the sky, where there are no stars, only a round moon peking through a thin layer of clouds. The muscles in his arms are relaxed; his hand rests on the back of his neck. He looks almost comfortable, holding that gun to his shoulder. I close my eyes briefly. Why does he distract me so easily? I need to focus.

Horse, Stars, Eye

For God's sake, Stiff," he says. "You don't have to follow me," I say staring at the maze of bars above me. I shove my foot onto the place where two bars cross and push myself up, grabbing another bar in the process. I sway for a second, my heart beating so hard I can't feel anything else. Every thought I have condenses into that heartbeat, moving at the same rhythm. "Yes, I do," he says.

Moving, Heart, Two

Veronica Roth (2013). “The Divergent Series Complete Collection: Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant”, p.71, Harper Collins

Four grabs a bar with each hand and pulls himself up, easy, like he's sitting up in bed. But he is not comfortable or natural here--- every muscle in his arm stands out. it is a stupid thing for me to think when I am one hundred feet off the ground.

Stupid, Thinking, Hands

Veronica Roth (2013). “The Divergent Series Complete Collection: Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant”, p.71, Harper Collins

Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.

Scary Things, Devotion, Insurgent

Well, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.

Believe, Technology, Matter

Just because they didn’t shoot you all in the head doesn’t mean their intentions were somehow honorable. Why do you think they came here? Just to run through your hallways, knock you conscious, and leave?

Running, Mean, Thinking

Peter: Where are you two going? Tris: Why aren't you with your attack group eating dinner? Peter: I don't have one. I'm injured. Christina: Yeah right, you are! Peter: Well, I don't want to go to battle with a bunch of factionless. So I'm going to stay here. Christina: Like a coward. Let everyone else clean up the mess for you. Peter: Yep! Have fun dying.

Fun, Two, Dying

He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.

Sweet, Strong, Smart

Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.

Nice, Awkwardness

We can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to.

Want, Ifs

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

Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.

Numbers, Names, Calling

Because life is not fair, Albert. And the world is conspiring against you.

World, Life Is, Conspiring

They all laugh. We all laugh. And it occurs to me that I might be meeting Tobias's true faction. They are not characterized by a particular virtue. They claim all colors, all activities, all virtues, and all flaws as their own.

Color, Laughing, Might

We can't be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can't be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.

Mean, Thinking, Leader

We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?

Enemy, Doe, Common

Cowardice is how you decide to be in real life

Real, Real Life, Cowardice

Peace is restrained; this is free.

I hear footsteps and Four's hands wrap around my wrists. I let him pry my hands from my eyes. He encloses one of my hands perfectly between two of his. The warmth of his skin overwhelms the ache in my fingers from holding the bars. "You all right?" he asks, pressing our hands together. "Yeah." He starts to laugh.

Eye, Hands, Two

Veronica Roth (2014). “Divergent Series Ultimate Four-Book Collection: Divergent; Insurgent; Allegiant; Four”, p.75, Harper Collins

So small as to be negligible. It's strange, but there's something in that thought that makes me feel almost...free.

Strange, Feels, Breaths

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