Fear,” she says, “is more powerful than pain.

— Veronica Roth

Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.

— Veronica Roth

Freedom. He offered it like someone who didn't know what it meant, someone who had never had it taken away."pg 185

— Veronica Roth

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

— Veronica Roth

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

— Veronica Roth

He is stronger than anyone I know, & warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, & will keep, for the rest of my life.

— Veronica Roth

He must have stood there for a long time, making a list of all the terrible things he had done—almost killing me was one of those things—and another list of all the good, heroic, brave things he had not done, and then decided that he was tired. Tired, not just of living, but of existing. Tired of being Al.

— Veronica Roth

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.

— Veronica Roth

He smells safe, too, like sunlit walks in the orchard and silent breakfast sin the dining hall. And in the moments before I drift off to sleep, I almost forget about our war-torn city and all the conflict that will come to find us soon, if we don’t find it first.

— Veronica Roth

He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like they're made out of water, about to drip down his face.

— Veronica Roth