Quotes by Veronica Roth

Mockery is childish. It does not become you.

I am selfish. I am brave.

He must have stood there for a long time, making a list of all the terrible things he had done—almost killinng me was one of those thingss—and another list of all the good, heroic, brave things he had not done, and then decided that he was tired. Tired, not just of living, but of existing. Tired of being Al.

I shower in the dark, barely able to tell soap from conditioner, and tell myself that I will emerge new and strong, that the water will heal me.

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now.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.

I might be in love with you. He smiles a little. Im waiting until Im sure to tell you, though.

I like to think Im helping them by hating them. Im reminding them that they arent Gods gift to humankind.

Maybe there is some Abnegation in everyone. Well in everyone but Peter.-Tris Prior

No,I just thought Id shoot bullets out of my nose

I also remember that my father was one of the people who voted to get the Dauntless out of the factionless sector of the city. He said the poor didn’t need policing; they needed help, and we could give it to them. But I would rather not mention that now, or here. It’s one of the many things Erudite gives as evidence of Abnegation’s incompetence.

I like to hurt people too. I can make the cruelest choice. The difference is, sometimes I dont, and you always do, and that makes you evil.

I cant imagine its easy to like someone, hate them, and then lose them before any of those feelings are resolved.

I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be. I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.

I am afraid that if I start to sob, I will never stop until I shrivel up like a raisin.

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

And everyone saw me. Tobias saw me.I hear footsteps. Tobias marches toward me and wrenches me to my feet.What the hell was that, Stiff?I... My breath comes in a hiccup. I didnt-Get yourself together! This is pathetic.Something within me snaps. My tears stop. Heat races through my body, driving the weakness out of me, and I smack him so hard my knuckles burn with the impact. He stares at me, one side of his face bright with blush-blood, and I stare back.Shut up, I say. I yank my arm from his grasp and walk out of the room.

But a person can only keep reality - and anger - at bay for so long before the truth comes back again.

Some of my anger has faded, but it isnt hard to call back. All I have to do is think about how cold the air was and how loud the laughter was. Look at her. Shes a child.

I still want to be angry, but I have to let my anger go.

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.