Quotes by Veronica Roth

Can I be forgiven for all Ive done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesnt mean we arent still broken.

When someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing - the pain of it weighs on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all by yourself.

I have been able to be kind and pleasant to him because every time I think of what happened in Erudite headquarters, I immediately push the thought aside. But that cant be forgiveness - if I had forgiven him, I would be able to think of what happened without that hated I can feel in my gut, right?Or maybe forgiveness is just the continual pushing aside of bitter memories, until time dulls the hurt and the anger, and the wrong is forgotten.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because shes gone. Shes gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but its all I can do.

I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family.And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior

You dont have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Cant you see how stupid that is?

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

It happened. It was awful. You arent perfect. Thats all there is. Dont confuse your grief with guilt.We stay in the silence and the loneliness of the otherwise empty dormitory for a few more minutes, and I try to let her words work themselves into me.

I was angry with him before. I’m not really sure why. Maybe I was just angry that the world had become such a complicated place, that I have never known even a fraction of the truth about it. Or that I allowed myself to grieve for someone who was never really gone, the same way I grieved for my mother all the years I thought she was dead. Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and it’s been played on me twice.

I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.

He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like theyre made out of water, about to drip down his face.

I dont want to cry for Edward- at least not in the deep, personal way that you cry for a friend or loved one. I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

I grabbed hold of my Divergence like it was a hand outstretched to save me. I needed that word to tell me who I was when everything else was coming apart around me. But now Im wondering if I need it anymore, if we ever really need these words, Dauntless, Erudite, Divergent, Allegiant, or if we can just be friends or lovers or siblings, defined instead by the choices we make and the love and loyalty that binds us.

Sometimes I feel like we are the same, but sometimes, like right now, I feel the separation between our personalities like Ive just run into a wall.

I close my eyes. I dont expect Four to reassure me, and he makes no effort to, but I feel better standing here than I did out there among the people who are my friends, my faction.

The tunnel is lit at long intervals, so in the dark space between each dim lamp, I fear that I am lost until a shoulder bumps mine. In the circles of light I am safe again.

Or maybe well make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.

When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.Even I didnt jump first.Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.Beautiful.

Its strange to see people you dont know well in the morning, with sleepy eyes and pillow creases in their cheeks