Veronica Roth Quotes About Kissing

Quotes about: Kissing

• But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

  Veronica Roth

  Fall, Kissing, Thinking

• For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.

  Veronica Roth

  Kissing, Clothes, Hands

• We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

  Veronica Roth

  Kissing, Hands, Together

• He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

  Veronica Roth

  Kissing, Hands, Long

• He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

  Veronica Roth

  Kissing, Hands, Differences

  Veronica Roth (2013). “Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)”, p.25, HarperCollins UK

• His hands skim my bare arms. “Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid of their guns” —another kiss between my eyebrows— “and act like the shrinking violet you could never be ”—a kiss on my cheek— “and you’ll be fine.

  Veronica Roth

  Kissing, Gun, Hands

• Tris," he says. "What did they do to you? You're acting like a lunatic." "That's not very nice of you to say," I say. "They put me in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-

  Veronica Roth

  Nice, Kissing, Relax

  Veronica Roth (2012). “Insurgent Collector's Edition (Enhanced Edition)”, p.49, Harper Collins

• I feel the urge, familiar now, to wrench myself from my body and speak directly into her mind. It is the same urge, I realize, that makes me want to kiss her every time I see her, because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating. Our fingers, loosely woven a moment ago, now clutch together, her palm tacky with moisture, mine rough in places where I have grabbed too many handles on too many moving trains. Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide-open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

  Veronica Roth

  Distance, Moving, Eye

• 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.

  Veronica Roth

  Crush, Distance, Kissing

• I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.

  Veronica Roth

  Kissing, Thinking, Air

  Veronica Roth (2013). “Allegiant (Divergent Trilogy, Book 3)”, p.14, HarperCollins UK

• Can you tell me where to find Tobias'? I ask. When I imagine his face, affection for him bubbles up inside of me and all I want to do is kiss him. 'Four, I mean. He's so handsome, isn't he? I don't really understand why he likes me so much. I'm not very nice, am I?' -Tris

  Veronica Roth

  Nice, Mean, Kissing

  Veronica Roth (2012). “Insurgent”, p.26, Harper Collins

• Don't pretend", I say Breathily. "You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty." "Fine. You're not pretty. So?" He kisses my cheek. "I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave.

  Veronica Roth

  Smart, Kissing, Brave

• His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and pulling him in to kiss me; I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

  Veronica Roth

  Eye, Kissing, Thinking

• 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.

  Veronica Roth

  Brother, Kissing, Land

• Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

  Veronica Roth

  Kissing, Scream, Glances

• His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

  Veronica Roth

  Kissing, Hands, Body

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