Veronica Roth Quotes About Wall

Quotes about: Wall

• Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.

  Veronica Roth

  Wall, Shh, Arms

• 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.

  Veronica Roth

  Wall, Knives, Doe

  Veronica Roth (2013). “Insurgent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 2)”, p.24, HarperCollins UK

• THE SERUM WEARS off five hours later, when the sun is just beginning to set. Tobias shut me in my room for the rest of the day, checking on me every hour. This time when he comes in, I am sitting on the bed, glaring at the wall. “Thank God,” he says, pressing his forehead to the door. “I was beginning to think it would never wear off and I would have to leave you here to … smell flowers, or whatever you wanted to do while you were on that stuff.

  Veronica Roth

  Wall, Flower, Thinking

• It's stupid to miss a thing when there are so many people to miss instead, but I miss this train already, and all the others that carried me through the city, my city, after I was brave enough to ride them. I brush my fingers over the car wall, just once, and then jump.

  Veronica Roth

  Wall, Stupid, Cities

• Yesterday he told me he thought I would have to pretend to be weak, but he was wrong. I am weak already. I brace myself against the wall and press my forehead to my hands. It’s difficult to take deep breaths, so I take short, shallow ones. I can’t let this happen. They attacked me to make me feel weak. I can pretend they succeeded to protect myself, but I can’t let it become true.

  Veronica Roth

  Wall, Hands, Yesterday

• You’re too important to just … die.” He shakes his head. He won’t even look at me—his eyes keep shifting across my face, to the wall behind me or the ceiling above me, to everything but me. I am too stunned to be angry. “I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,” I say. “Who cares about everyone? What about me?

  Veronica Roth

  Wall, Eye, Important

• I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

  Veronica Roth

  Wall, People, Strange

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