What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.' And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.

Veronica Roth

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It's time to be with my brother now by Veronica Roth

It's time to be with my brother now

my-brother brother

Our ability to know about ourselves and the world is what makes u... by Veronica Roth

Our ability to know about ourselves and the world is what makes us human

ability humans world

To me, 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. Caleb's betrayal is something we both carry, and since he did it, all I've wanted is for him to take its weight away from me. I am not sure that I'm capable of shouldering it all myself - not sure that I am strong enough, or good enough.

betrayal pain strong

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more wor... by Veronica Roth

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

glances scream kissing

If I don't survive," I say, "tell Tobias I didn't want to leave h... by Veronica Roth

If I don't survive," I say, "tell Tobias I didn't want to leave him.

tobias ifs want

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps... by Veronica Roth

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

movement grief helping

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

want believe thinking

I used to think about giving my life up for things, but I didn't understand what 'giving your life' really was until it was right there, about to be taken from me

taken giving thinking

I was still afraid of him, I knew, but in a different way - I was no longer a child, afraid of the threat my terrifying father posed to my safety. I was a man, afraid of the threat he posed to my character, to my future, to my identity.

character father children

I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.

arms eye heart

But now I’m 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.

sibling loyalty choices

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left... by Veronica Roth

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

tobias bullets gun

Uriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile. “There was cake?” I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriah’s. “Yeah, someone just brought it out. Found a couple boxes of the mix in the back and baked it,” he says. “You can have a few bites of mine.” “A few bites? So you’re planning on eating that mountain of cake by yourself?” “Yes.” He looks confused. “Why?” “Never mind.

cake confused couple

"You die, I die too.” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions."

tobias decision looks

Don’t tell me you’re going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich by Veronica Roth

Don’t tell me you’re going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich

mashed-potatoes potatoes sandwiches

Why are you constantly escorting me places?” I say. “Isn’t there a depraved activity you’re supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or spying on girls while they change, or something?

kicking puppy girl

So, the thing we’re all not talking about,” he says. He gestures to me. “You almost died, a sadistic pansycake saved you, and now we’re all waging some serious war with the factionless as allies.” “Pansycake?” says Christina. “Dauntless slang.” Lynn smirks. “Supposed to be a huge insult, only no one uses it anymore.” “Because it’s so offensive,” says Uriah, nodding. “No. Because it’s so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?” “And a half,” he says.

stupid war thinking

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along. by Veronica Roth

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.

mines has-beens way

The floor is solid metal in some places and metal grating in others. Everything smells like rotting garbage and fire.

nice fire dream

What do you think they're going to do to us when they find us guilty?" she says after a few minutes of silence have passed. "Honestly?" "Does now seem like the time for honesty?" I look at her from the corner of my eye. "I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

honesty eye thinking