J.D. Roth Quotes

Oh for god's sake. I'll just carry you.

Relax Beatrice, I've driven a car before.' MARCUS 'I've done a lot of things before, but that doesn't mean I'm any good at them!' TRIS

I have realized that part of being Dauntless is being willing to make things more difficult for yourself in order to be self-sufficient.

You're afraid of heights,'I say. 'How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?' 'I ignore my fear,' he (Four) says. 'When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.

I started writing because I decided I was too old to play pretend in the backyard. Then I found that I could create those imaginary worlds on the page.

And then the screaming begins.

I'll have to keep looking for more of them, more brief moments of freedom in a world that refuses to allow it.

We can't be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can't be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.

We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?

Well, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.

Fear," she says, "is more powerful than pain.

though he does not touch me, he steadies me.

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

A lot can happen to a person's appearance in three months.

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

Oh, are we at the insult part of the breakup?" she says. "Because I got in a lot of practice after what happened with Will. I have several choice things to say about her nose.

All that land is filled with people, every one of them different, and the things they do to each other matter.

Seeing people who are actually reading your book and listening to the wide variety of reactions they have to it, is really special.

I love 'Harry Potter.' I'm a huge nerd - I would dress up if I could.

If utopian fiction became the new trend, I wouldn't read it.

I think it's a human tendency that's been around for a while to try to be as good as possible to prove your worth.

If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you've created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there's no conflict, there are no stories worth telling - or reading!

He's one of the last friends I have," she says, her voice breaking. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at you the same way again.

Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.

Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.

People, even genetically damaged people, make choices. That’s what matters.’

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that's true of beginnings, but it's not true of this, now.

You know what mom told me once? She said that everyone has some evil inside them, and the first step to loving anyone is to recognize the same evil in ourselves, so we're able to forgive them.

Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and its been played on me twice.

I respect you more than anyone. But right now I’m wondering what bothers you more, that I made a stupid decision or that I didn’t make your decision.

People talk about the pain of grief, but I don't know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.

It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace".

I know some things--I know that I'm not alone, that I have friends, that I'm in love. I know that I don't want to die, and for me that's something--more than I could have said a few weeks ago.

But I think that no matter how smart, people usually see what they're already looking for, that's all.

She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

Yeah, sometimes life really sucks. But you know what I'm holding on for? The moments that don't suck. The trick is to notice them when they come around.

You know what Abnegation used to say about pride?' 'Something unfavorable,I assume.' I laugh.' Obviously. They said it blinds people to the truth of what they are.

The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.

With four? Doing a little... Addition? Multiplication?

It's time to be with my brother now

Our ability to know about ourselves and the world is what makes us human

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

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 used to think about giving my life up for things, but I didn't understand what 'giving your life' really was until it was right there, about to be taken from me

Dead people can be our heroes because they can't disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

And I provide much- needed eye candy.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.

I love you" I say. "I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.

No need to continually insist upon your unshakable masculinity.