J.D. Roth Quotes

My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.

"Welcome to the Amity compound," Johanna's eyes fix on my face, and she smiles crookedly. "Let us take care of you."

I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say.

He doesn’t scowl, but his mouth is so tense that I know he’s angry with me. 'Don’t be an idiot,' he says. 'An idiot?' Is he talking about the blanket? 'You were lying.

He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.

Before I chose Dauntless...I felt assured of my long lifespan, if nothing else. Now there are no reassurances except that where I go, I go because I choose to.

The gun goes off. I fall.

I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

Don’t tell me you’re going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich

Why are you constantly escorting me places?” I say. “Isn’t there a depraved activity you’re supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or spying on girls while they change, or something?

Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.

You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.

I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.

That quality frightens me now, because I know what he told me: that I was broken, that I was worthless, that I was nothing. How many of those things did he make me believe?

Sometimes I feel like there is so much to be afraid of, and sometimes I feel like there is nothing left to fear.

Being selfless is not that different from being brave. It is when you are selfless that you are the bravest.

I am afraid of her, afraid of what she says-and thrilled by it too, because it means I don't have to accept that I am smaller than I once believed.

From one tyrant to another. That is the world we know, now

Well, half of half our faction.' 'In some circles they call that a quarter, Mar,' Lynn says.

Someone shouts, "Enough!" and I think too much and nothing at all.

I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.

The goal of my life isn't just... to be happy. 'Wouldn't it be easier if it was, though?

Sarcasm is always at someone's expense.

I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can't say the same of myself.

I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.

We believe that peace is hard-won, That sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace. But more than that, we believe that Justice is more important than peace.

Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.

I would be shocked by the lack of security if we were not at Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.

How can you fail a test you aren't allowed to prepare for?

We could visit him," suggests Will. "But what would we say? 'I didn't know you that well, but I'm sorry you got stabbed in the eye'?

I pause a second. He doesn't look at me the way Will, Christina, and Al sometimes do - like I am too small and too weak to be of any use, and they pity me for it.

If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.

What's worse: to be idle while someone dies, or to be exiled and empty-handed?

Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.

Those who seek peace above all else, they say, will always deceive to keep the water calm.

And is it selfish of me to crave victory, or is it brave?

I'm surprised you know that," I say quietly, " since you left halfway through my one and only fight." "It wasn't something I wanted to watch." he says. What's that supposed to mean?

But now I know how large the world is... Well. I suppose I have grown to large out of my faction. As a consequence.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

I am a child. I am two feet tall, and asking if she loves me.

He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

Just do what you're supposed to.

I should wonder what courage—which is the virtue they most value—has to do with a metal ring through your nostril.

So you're her brother? Says Linn. I guess we know who got the good genes.

The official strategy is defensive pessimism, always.

At first Eric stares at Four in silence. Four stares back.

I used to go outside every day and invent these elaborate worlds and scenarios in my head, and when I grew too old for playing pretend, I started to write everything down instead.

Peace is restrained; this is free.

Cowardice is how you decide to be in real life