Quote

So this is where you grew up. Did you like it here? I guess you couldn't have, if you wanted to leave.' CHRISTINA 'I liked some things and hated some things. And there were some things I didn't know I had until I lost them.' TRIS

Veronica Roth

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Veronica Roth
Age: 36
Born: 1988
Born: August 19
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
New York City
New York
Veronica Anne Roth
Couldn
Leave
Grew
Lost
Tris
Didn
Christina
Wanted
Hated
Things
Liked
Like
Guess

More quotes by Veronica Roth

Image
We've all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in the process of bolstering our own. I don't want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest. He clears his throat. I continually struggle with kindness.
Veronica Roth
Image
By the time we leave, I have red lips and curled eyelashes, and I’m wearing a bright red dress. And there’s a knife strapped to the inside of my knee. This all makes perfect sense.
Veronica Roth
Image
I have to admit that Christina is good—though I don’t like giving credit to Candor smart-mouths—and so is Peter—though I don’t like giving credit to future psychopaths.
Veronica Roth
Image
It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.
Veronica Roth
Image
It's Not sacrifice if it's someone else's life you're giving away, it's just evil.
Veronica Roth
Image
In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolized the sun. Back when I got this, I figured if I always had the sun on me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark
Veronica Roth
Image
What makes you different, makes you dangerous.
Veronica Roth
Image
I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.
Veronica Roth
Image
Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.
Veronica Roth
Image
I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.
Veronica Roth
Image
Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something. Okay. He laughs shakily in my ear. Why is your heart racing Tris? I cringe and say, Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?... Maybe you were cut out for Candor, he says, because you're a terrible liar.
Veronica Roth
Image
Our eyes meet. I hear a train horn, so faint it could be wind whistling through an alleyway. But I know it when I hear it. It sounds like the Dauntless, calling me to to them.
Veronica Roth
Image
That said, in the two weeks before I leave for the Dark Days tour, I am going radio silent, which means I will be avoiding the Internet at all costs in order to revise, revise, revise. I will miss you. Tris says hi, though.
Veronica Roth
Image
Inquisitiveness is self-serving, Johanna. -Marcus Eaton
Veronica Roth
Image
I was so afraid that we would just keep colliding over and over again if we stayed together, and that eventually the impact would break me. But now I know I am like the blade and he is like the whetstone- I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.
Veronica Roth
Image
Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.
Veronica Roth
Image
He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until it is gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harbored-for good, I hope.
Veronica Roth
Image
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.
Veronica Roth
Image
Welcome to the Amity compound, Johanna's eyes fix on my face, and she smiles crookedly. Let us take care of you.
Veronica Roth
Image
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