J.D. Roth Quotes

I don't want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.

Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that "something" is a fake bathroom break.

I am a naturally curious person. -Tris

Not writing is as important as writing - go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.

He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice.

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

You won," Four mutters. "Stop." I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes are too wide; they look alarmed.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

I've done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.

Being honest doesn't mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.

You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?

It's not that I ever sat down and outlined a trilogy, but I always have a sense of what size an idea is when I start it.

Leave her out of this" "Why? Because you're doing her? Oh wait, I forgot. Stiffs don't do that sort of thing

Let the guilt teach you how to behave next time.

"I'll be your family now," he says.

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

i happen to enjoy categorization.

Where's Marcus, Destroyer of Lives, going to meet us?

it's not about being fearless, it's about acting in spite of fear

She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.

Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.

Fighting for survival in a shattered world... the truth is her only hope.

I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".

He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until it is gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harbored-for good, I hope.

It's like he knows, he knows I have a thing for her.

I am still the person who would have died rather than kill you

You sadistic pansycake.

Evil depends on where you're standing.

Guilt [is] a tool, rather than a weapon against the self.

I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.

You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris

I wonder if this is how is is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likable as good men.

God Tris, are you even human?

I expect to weave through the crowd, dodging elbows and muttering "excuse me" the way I always do, but there is no need. Becoming Dauntless has made me noticable.

Why do you say vague things if you don't want to be asked about them?

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

I wonder how I seem to them. They must see someone I don't see. Someone capable and strong. Someone I can't be; someone I can be.

My name will be Edith Proir," she says. "And there is much I am happy to forget.

I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.

Maybe forgiveness is just the continual pushing aside of bitter memories, until time dulls the hurt and anger, and the wrong is forgotten.

I don't have a bullet in my head, do I? So I'm fine.

So how can I hold Tobias’s desperation against him, like I’m better than him, like I’ve never let my own brokenness blind me?

It’s not a perfect situation. But when you have to choose between two bad options, you pick the one that saves the people you love and believe in most. You just do. Okay?

It's Not sacrifice if it's someone else's life you're giving away, it's just evil.

It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit a man you didn't see.

Every tattoo I got with them is a mark of their friendship, and almost every time I have laughed in this dark place was because of them. I don’t want to lose them. But I feel like I have already.

I don't believe it is more important to move forward than to know the truth.

Everyone has to blame something for the way the world is.