Veronica Roth Quotes

Biography

Type: Novelist and short story writer

Born: August 19, 1988, New York, New York, Unite

Died:

Veronica Roth is an American novelist and short story writer known for her debut New York Times bestselling "Divergent trilogy", consisting of "Divergent", "Insurgent", and "Allegiant"; and "Four: A Divergent Collection". "Divergent" was the recipient of the Goodreads Favorite Book of 2011 and the 2012 winner for Best Young Adult Fantasy & Science Fiction.

Veronica Roth Quotes

I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as
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.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I
Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over
I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me-they, and the love and
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me-they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.. Veronica
I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.. Veronica
Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.

Writing means not just staring ugliness in the face, but finding a way to embrace it..
Writing means not just staring ugliness in the face, but finding a way to embrace
it.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true..
You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation
She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process.

My mother was Dauntless.

It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the
It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we
That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.. Veronica Roth
I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.

I regret..." Tobias tilts his head, and sighs. "I regret my choice."
"What Choice?"
"Dauntless," he says. "I was born Abnegation. I was planning on leaving Dauntless, and becoming factionless. But I met her, and... I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision."

Her.

I'll be your family now," he says.
"I love you," I say. (....)
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.

Eric called Al's suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother's death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little
I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have
Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.

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.

Lynn, she saved half our faction from this stuff," says Marlene, tapping the bandage on her arm from where the Dauntless traitors shot her. "Well, half of half of our faction."
"In some circles they call that a quarter, Mar," Lynn says.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

One Choice

One Choice, decided your friends.

One Choice, defines your beliefs.

One Choice, determines your loyalties - Forever.

ONCE CHOICE CAN TRANSFORM YOU

The person you became with her is worth being.

Yeah, sometimes life really sucks," she says. "But you know what I'm holding on for?"

I raise my eyebrows.

She raises hers, too, mimicking me.

"The moments that don't suck," she says. "The trick is to notice them when they come around.

Because inside me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom.. and as hard as I try, I cannot kill it.

Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other

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.

The opinions of others cannot damage you.

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.

That is death - shifting from "is" to "was.

Be careful, though."
"Aren't I always?"
"No, I think the word for how you usually are is 'reckless.

Knowledge is power. Power to do evil...or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.

Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places.

I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time since I thought about God, but I think about him now. It is only natural. I am glad, suddenly, that I shot Eric in the foot instead of the head.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

I will become my undoing if I become my obsession" -excerpt from Abnegation manifesto

Everything has changed and it won't stop changing anytime soon.

I can't imagine it's easy to like someone, hate them, and then lose them before any of those feelings are resolved.

She's a sailboat and I'm an anchor, pulling us both down.

But you should know that about Dauntless- girl, guy, whatever, it doesn't matter here. What matters is what you've got in your gut.

The knife will only hurt for a moment. Then your choice will be made, and it will all be over.

You're not very nice," I say, grinning.
"You're one to talk."
"Hey, I could be nice if I tried."
"Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then."
"You're very good-looking."
He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing.

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina.
"Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

It's strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.

People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.

I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.

I clench my teeth as tears come. I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them. ~ 'Tris

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

If she's in pain now she doesn't show it; she just closes her eyes and surrenders, and that is worse than her screaming for help, somehow.

But then I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me. [...] I'm too old to hear confront nonsense anymore. Too old to believe that everything will be alright.

Panic and terror aren't the only kinds of fear. There are deeper kinds, more terrible kinds. Apprehension and heavy, heavy dread.

maybe here, in dauntless, bravery is the highest form of wisdom. the acknowledgement that life can and should be lived without fear

I wonder if that fear still creeps up on her now though she worked so hard to face it - I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

Some people will always fear change. But we can't indulge them.

- It doesn't do anything obvious. But it might be able to do something in here. - Then she touched her hand to her heart. - Beautiful things sometimes do.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

Sí, a veces la vida es una mierda, pero ¿sabes por qué aguanto? Por los momentos que no apestan. El truco está en darse cuenta de ellos cuando vienen

It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

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.

Using pain to relieve pain. Doesn't make much sense.

I grin at the fierce burn in my legs, in my chest.Using pain to relieve pain. It doesn't make much sense.

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

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt - the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.

Peace is restrained.

It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace".

Yes, I say. Three of these flying birds. I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight-toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.

I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family.
And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior

Human reason can excuse any evil.

The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature - or at least what it has become.

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

I'll have to keep looking for more of them, more brief moments of freedom in a world that refuses to allow it.

Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.

Change, like healing, takes time.

It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.

... if they are persistent enough, even tiny drops of water, over time, can change the rock forever. And it will never change back." - Zoe

I prefer to look at it another way-which is that if they are persistent enough, even tiny drops of water, over time, can change the rock forever. And it will never change back.

If they are persistent enough, even tiny drops of water, over time, can change the rock forever.

Mensen, zo heb ik ontdekt, bestaan uit verschillende lagen. Je denkt dat je hen kent, dat je hen begrijpt, maar hun echte drijfveren liggen altijd diep in hun hart verscholen. Je zult ze nooit echt leren kennen, maar soms besluit je hen te vertrouwen.

Sin embargo, recuerda que, a veces, las personas a las que oprimes se hacen más poderosas de lo que te gustaría.

(...) I do want to leave, in the desperate way that an animal wants to escape a trap. Wild and rabid. Ready to gnaw through bone.

(...) a man encased in ice, his eyes hard and his voice like a frosty exhale.

Stupid. Why do people want to pretend
that death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t

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.

I guess I grew suspicious of both. Power and knowledge," I say. "To the Abnegation, power should only be given to people who don't want it." - Tris

I don't understand', I say,'why they care what I think, as long as I'm acting how they want me to.'
'You're acting how they want you to now', he says,'but what happens when your Abnegation-wired brain tells you to do something else, something they don't want?

Looking away is submissive. Looking [..] in the eye is a challenge.

Siempre hay algo que se aprende, siempre se aprende algo importante

I think it's important to protect people. To stand up for people [...] That's what courage is. Not... hurting people for no reason." - Al

Is it selfish for me to crave victory or is it brave?

Intentions are the only thing they care about. They try to make you think they care about what you do, but they don't. They don't want you to act a certain way, they want you to think a certain way. So you're easy to understand. So you wont pose a threat to them.

You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward.

You’re the one who has to live whit your choice" she says.

"Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.

Ingenuity requires creativity.

It would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us back out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to lingered.

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.

Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating." He releases me but doesn't pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just...want to see it again. Want to see you awake.

I love you" I say.
"I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still
swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face.
“Oh, you know,” I say. “Sun shining. Birds chirping.”
She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an underground
tunnel.

We could visit him," suggests Will. "But what would we say? 'I didn't know you that well, but I'm sorry you got stabbed in the eye'?

Sleep," he says. "I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you."
"With what?"
"My bar hands, obviously."
In the moments before i drift off to sleep, i hear him whisper, "I love you, Tris.

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