Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.
Veronica RothSometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.
Veronica RothHis eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.
Veronica RothShe tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are whatโs making her strong.
Veronica Roth