Veronica Roth

The ability to think isn't exclusive to erudite

I fit my mouth to his and he tastes like water and smells like fresh air. I drag my hand from his neck to the small of his back and put it under his shirt. He kisses me harder.

If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

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.I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity.

What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?_ says Christina.__es,_ says Will, looking puzzled. __idn__ you?

Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person's dating possibilities.

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

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

If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.

It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

I should have forgiven him.___aybe. Maybe there__ more we all could have done,_ he says, __ut we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.__ frown and pull back. That is a lesson that members of Abnegation learn _ guilt as a tool, rather than a weapon against the self.

I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

The person you became with her is worth being.

Il dolore aveva un suo modo di scomporre il tempo. Pensavo al minuto successivo, all'ora successiva. Non c'era abbastanza spazio nella mia mente per mettere insieme tutti quei pezzi, per trovare le parole per riassumerla nella sua interezza.Ma la parte dell'"andare avanti", per quella le parole le avevo.'Trova un modo per andare avanti' dissi. 'Non deve necessariamente essere buono, o nobile. Basta che sia un motivo.'Conoscevo il mio: c'era una fame dentro di me e c'era sempre stata. Una fame più forte del dolore, più forte dell'orrore. Continuava a mordere anche dopo che ogni altra cosa dentro di me si era arresa. E quando finalmente le diedi un nome, scoprii che era qualcosa di molto semplice: desiderio di vivere.

It's when you're acting selflessly that you are at you bravest