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Veronica Roth Quotes - Page 6

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Not like Tobias, who is almost shy when he smiles, like he is surprised you bothered to look at him in the first place.

Not like Tobias, who is almost shy when he smiles, like he is surprised you bothered to look at him in the first place.

Firsts, Shy, Looks

You chose us. Now we have to choose you.

Dauntless

Looking at her is like waking up.

Wake Up, Waking

Veronica Roth (2012). “Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene”, p.6, Harper Collins

The Amity Established this place as a safe house. No conflict allowed." "The Amity will have trouble enforcing that policy," says Marcus. "How do you stop conflict without conflict?

House, Safe, Conflict

Christina,'i say,'The factionless have all the guns.

Gun, Christina

She'll have to get over it, then. Are you going to let her drop out of Dauntless for a stupid reason like not being able to walk?" Zeke is quiet for a few seconds. His eyes shift over my face, and he squints, as if weighing and measuring me. Then he turns and bends and wraps his arms around me. it's been so long since someone hugged me that I stiffen. Then I relax, and let the gesture force warmth over my body.

Stupid, Eye, Long

Uriah looked better than he did an hour ago--he washed the blood from his mouth, and some of the color returned to his face. I'm struck, suddenly, by how handsome he is-- all his features are proportionate, his eyes dark and lively, his skin bronze-brown. And he has probably always been handsome. Only boys who have been handsome from a young age have that arrogance in their smile. Not like Tobias, who is almost shy when he smiles like he is surprised you bothered to look at him from the first place.

Eye, Dark, Boys

I wasn't good enough for abnegation," I say, "and I wanted to be free. So I chose Dauntless." "Why weren't you good enough?" "Because I was selfish." I say. "You were selfish? You aren't anymore?" "Of course I am. My mother said that everyone is selfish," I say, "but I became less selfish in Dauntless. I discovered there were people I would fight for. Die for, even.

Mother, Selfish, Fighting

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

Hands, Slides, Breathe

Too bad you didn't just take Max up on his offer, Four. Well, too bad for you, anyway," says Eric quietly as he clicks the bullet into its chamber. My lungs burn; I haven't breathed in almost a minute. I see Tobias's hand twitch in the corner of my eye, but my hand is already on my gun. I press the barrel to Eric's forehead. His eyes widen, and his face goes slack, and for a second he looks like another sleeping Dauntless soldier. My index finger hovers over the trigger. "Get your gun away from his head," I say. "You won't shoot me," Eric replies. "Interesting theory. " I say.

Eye, Sleep, Gun

Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She is dressed like my mother and she looks like my mother, but she is holding a gun, and the determined look in her eyes is unfamiliar to me.

Mother, Running, Eye

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

Wall, People, Strange

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

Laughing, Asking, Nervous

They died for me,” I say. That feels important

Important, Feels, Died

I realize that the decision might be simple. It will require a great act of selflessness to choose Abnegation, or a great act of courage to choose Dauntless, and maybe just choosing one over the other will prove that I belong.

Simple, Decision, Might

Veronica Roth (2014). “Divergent Series Ultimate Four-Book Collection: Divergent; Insurgent; Allegiant; Four”, p.26, Harper Collins

Inquisitiveness is self-serving, Johanna. -Marcus Eaton

Self, Self Serving, Serving

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

Three, Months, Appearance

Veronica Roth (2014). “Divergent Series Ultimate Four-Book Collection: Divergent; Insurgent; Allegiant; Four”, p.9, Harper Collins

So now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.

Girl, Curls, Mouths

I shift from one foot to the other, trying to get a good look at him. When I finally do, I look away. His eyes were already on me, probably drawn by my nervous movement.

Eye, Feet, Trying

She walks away, and I am too stunned to follow her. At the end of the hallways she turns and says, "Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It's delicious." She smiles a strange, twisted smile, and adds," I love you, you know." And then she's gone. I stand alone in the blue light coming from the lamp above me, and I understand: She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallways. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was a dauntless.

Mother, Love You, Light

There is a reason you don’t know all the things I know. -Marcus Eaton

Reason, Knows

For someone so small, you're heavy, Stiff," he mutters.

Heavy

What's your name? Um... Think about it. You don't get to pick again. Tris.

Thinking, Names, Tris

Is there any other way to Erudite headquarters?" I say. "Not that I now of," says Cara. "Unless you want to jump from one roof to another." She laughs a little as she says it, like it's a joke. I raise my eyebrows at her. "Wait," she says. "You aren't considering---?

Eyebrows, Laughing, Waiting

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, Thinking, Twelve

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