I would rather be dead than empty Veronica Roth More Quotes by Veronica Roth More Quotes From Veronica Roth If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward. Veronica Roth divergentcowarddoe You chose us. Now we have to choose you. Veronica Roth dauntless He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. ‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’ ‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.’ ‘What do you want?’ Then his face tightens. ‘Me?’ Slowly I nod. Veronica Roth trisfaceswant Then everyone can call you Six.” “Four and Six,” I say. Veronica Roth foursix Creemos enla valentía. Creemos en tomar acciones. Creemos en la liberarnos del miedo y en la adquisición de habilidades necesarias para obligar a que lo malos salga de nuestro mundo para que el bien pueda prosperar y florecer Veronica Roth What good is a prepared body if you have a scattered mind? Veronica Roth preparedbodymind Sometimes pain is for the greater good. Veronica Roth greater-goodpainsometimes We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right.' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are. Veronica Roth acheokayknows "Welcome to the Amity compound," Johanna's eyes fix on my face, and she smiles crookedly. "Let us take care of you." Veronica Roth careeyefaces I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say. Veronica Roth glassesrainwindow The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs. Veronica Roth candorcostpraise He doesn’t scowl, but his mouth is so tense that I know he’s angry with me. 'Don’t be an idiot,' he says. 'An idiot?' Is he talking about the blanket? 'You were lying. Veronica Roth mouthstalkinglying He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop. Veronica Roth coveringcurveshands I read somewhere, one, that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion. I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Because inside of me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and, above all, towards life. And as hard as I try, I cannot kill it. Veronica Roth eyerealanimal This was the first place I everfelt strong. Every time I breathe this air I feel it again. Veronica Roth strongairfirsts She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong. Veronica Roth strongmaylooks I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again. Veronica Roth like-hertoo-muchsaid Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged. Veronica Roth truth-ispowerfulanimal I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can't say the same of myself. Veronica Roth losinglooksart And sometimes, if you want the truth, you have to demand it. Veronica Roth demandwantsometimes
