More Quotes by Veronica Roth
I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
I see a kind of thirst in her expression, the same one I saw when she told me about her brother in the back room of the tattoo parlor. Before the attack simulation I might have called it a thirst for justice, or even revenge, but now I am able to identify it as a thirst for blood. And even as it frightens me, I understand it. Which should probably frighten me even more.
It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.
Candor does not provide us with protection, sustenance, or technological innovation. Therefore you are expendable to us.
Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.
You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward.
A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.
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.
