Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.
Veronica RothThat is how it feels. Like everything between us is twisted together, friendship and love and family, so I cant tell the difference between any of them.
Veronica RothHe told me once to be brave, and though I have stood still while knives spun toward my face and jumped off a roof, I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.
Veronica RothHe turns toward me. I want to touch him, but Iโm afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. โIs this scaring you, Tris?โ โNo,โ I croak. I clear my throat. โNot really. Iโm onlyโฆafraid of what I want.โ โWhat do you want?โ Then his face tightens. โMe?โ Slowly I nod.
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