Veronica Roth

“There's a difference between not being afraid and acting in spite of fear.”

“Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging.”

“Tris," said tobias. "I love you”

“She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.”

“I wipe my face with my sleeve, laughing so hard my stomach hurts. If my entire life is like this, loud laughter and bold action and the kind of exhaustion you feel after a hard but satisfying day, I will be content.”

“I stare at him for a second. I can't help it. To me there's a difference between not being afraid and acting in spite of fear, as he does.”

“We believe that peace is hard-won,That sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.But more than that, we believe thatJustice is more important than peace.”

“I will be my undoing,If I become my obsession.I will forget the ones I love,If I do not serve them.I will war with others,If I refuse to see them.Therefore, I choose to turn awayFrom my reflection,To rely not on myselfBut on my brothers and sisters,To project always outwardUntil I disappear[And only God remains.]”

“Let the guilt teach you how to behave next time,”

“I don’t …” I sound like I am being strangled. “My family is all dead, or traitors; how can I …”I am not making any sense. The sobs take over my body, my mind, everything. He gathers me to him, and bathwater soaks my legs. Hishold is tight. I listen to his heartbeat and, after a while, find a way to let the rhythm calm me.“I’ll be your family now,” he says.“I love you,” I say.I said that once, before I went to Erudite headquarters, but he was asleep then. I don’t know why I didn’t say it when he could hear it.Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion. Or afraid that I did not know what it was to love someone. But now Ithink the scary thing was not saying it before it was almost too late. Not saying it before it was almost too late for me.I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response.He frowns at me. “Say it again.”“Tobias,” I say, “I love you.”His skin is slippery with water and he smells like sweat and my shirt sticks to his arms when he slides them around me. He presses hisface to my neck and kisses me right above the collarbone, kisses my cheek, kisses my lips.“I love you, too,” he says.”

“I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so its right over my heart. "Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?""Yes.""Feel how steady it is?""It's fast.”

“He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.”

“Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.”

“Una decisión puede transformarte,o puede destruirte. Pero toda decisión tiene consecuencias.”

“It would be stupid to confide your entire plan to one person. It’s infinitely smarter to give little pieces of it to eachperson working with you. That way, if someone betrays you, the loss isn’t too great.”

“Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.”

“Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.”

“Really? I thought the transfers will go through Four’s landscape,” says Uriah. “Like he would let anyone do that,” she says, snorting.Something inside me gets warm and soft. He let me go through it.”

“Because life is not fair, Albert. And the world is conspiring against you.”

“You die, I die too.”

“Fighting for survival in a shattered world... the truth is her only hope.”

“What did you do?” I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. “What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter’s grip, though his hands chafe. “What did you do?” I scream. “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.”

“Evil depends on where you're standing.”

“How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage another.”

“You sadistic pansycake.”

“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.”

“I am still the person who would have died rather than kill you”

“Ella es pequeña, pero fuerte, y susfuertes ojos demandan atención. Mirarla es como despertar.”

“Pain can't make me tell you. Truth serum can't make me tell you. Simulations can't make me tell you. I'm immune to all three.”

“We can't be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can't be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.”

“We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?”

“think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Because inside me is a beast that snarls and growls, and strains toward freedom.”

“Well, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.”

“Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.”

“Fear," she says, "is more powerful than pain.”

“though he does not touch me, he steadies me.”

“A one-eyed man with a knife in hand, looking for someone else’s eye to poke out.”

“I look up at Eric,sniffing "I tried to...and..."I shake my head. "You tired to what?" asks Eric"Kiss me," says Tobias. "And I rejected her,and she went running off like a five-year-old. there's really nothing to blame her for but stupidity.”

“thats it?" I say. Those were your worst fears? Why do you only have four..." My voice trails off. Only four fears."Oh" I look over my shoulder at him. "thats why they call you-”

“You won," Four mutters. "Stop.”

“hear him breathing behind me, loud and fast. "Are you all right, Four?" "Are you human, Tris? Being up this high..." He gulps for air. "It doesn't scare you at all?" I look over my shoulder at the ground. If I fall now, I will die. But I don't think I will fall. A gust of air presses against my left side, throwing my body weight to the right. I gasp and cling to the rungs, my balance shifting. Four's cold hand clamps around one of my hips, one of his fingers finding a strip of bare skin just under the hem of my T-shirt. He squeezes, steading me and pushing me gently to the left, restoring my balance. Now I can't breathe. I pause, staring at my hands, my mouth dry. I feel the ghost of where his hand was, his fingers long and narrow. "You okay?" he asks quietly. "Yes," I say, my voice strained.”

“There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand”

“Color fills her cheeks, and I think it again: that Johanna Reyes might still be beautiful. Except now I think that she isn't just beautiful in spite of the scar, she's somehow beautiful with it, like Lynn with her buzzed hair, like Tobias with the memories of his father's cruelty that he wears like armor, like my mother in her plain gray clothing.”

“I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.”

“Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.”

“A lot can happen to a person's appearance in three months.”

“Want something else more than success. Success is a lovely thing, but your desire to say something, your worth, and your identity shouldn’t rely on it, because it’s not guaranteed and it’s not permanent and it’s not sufficient. So work hard, fall in love with the writing—the characters, the story, the words, the themes—and make sure that you are who you are regardless of your life circumstances. That way, when the good things come, they don’t warp you, and when the bad things hit you, you don’t fall apart.”

“Dauntless,' he says. 'I was born for Abnegation. I was planning on leaving Dauntless, and becoming factionless. But then I met her, and...I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision.' Her. For a moment, it's like I'm looking at a different person, sitting in Tobias's skin, one whose life is not as simple as I thought. He wanted to leave Dauntless, but he stayed because of me. He never told me that.”

“We can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to.”

“Psyche you out?" I repeat. "I'm your FRIEND. I wouldn't do that." He doesn't say anything. I can tell he doesn't believe me-not quite.”