Veronica Roth
Veronica Roth
Veronica Rothis 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...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth19 August 1988
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.
Some things are hard to let go of.
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.
Tris," Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow. There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, "Beatrice." He laughs weakly. "Beatrice," he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt.
I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.
It's when you're acting selflessly that you are at your bravest." --Four in Divergent
You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris
I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.
He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.
I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.
I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes--new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.
In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.
All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.
If I don't survive," I say, "tell Tobias I didn't want to leave him.