Veronica Roth
Veronica Roth
Veronica Rothis an American novelist and short story writer known for her debut New York Times bestselling Divergent trilogy, consisting of Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant; and Four: A Divergent Collection. Divergent was the recipient of the Goodreads Favorite Book of 2011 and the 2012 winner for Best Young Adult Fantasy & Science Fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth19 August 1988
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
I suppose everything is bound to look different when you aren't on your way to die.
Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.
Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.
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.
You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris
He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.
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.
You die, I die too.” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.
Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’ ‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the wall as he looks at me. ‘And knife-throwing just came up somehow.’ ‘As it so often does,’ I say, a small smile inching across my face.
You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.
He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.
Not like Tobias, who is almost shy when he smiles, like he is surprised you bothered to look at him in the first place.
Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.
My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.