Veronica Roth Quotes About Eyes

• What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face. “Oh, you know,” I say. “Sun shining. Birds chirping.” She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an underground tunnel.

  Veronica Roth

  Sleep, Eye, Tunnels

• You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl." I roll my eyes. "Not claustrophobic people, Tris.

  Veronica Roth

  Chica, Ojo, Chicos

• I read somewhere, one, that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion. I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Because inside of me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and, above all, towards life. And as hard as I try, I cannot kill it.

  Veronica Roth

  Real, Eye, Animal

• We could visit him," suggests Will. "But what would we say? 'I didn't know you that well, but I'm sorry you got stabbed in the eye'?

  Veronica Roth

  Sorry, Eye, Wells

• When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first. Even I didn't jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful.

  Veronica Roth

  Beautiful, Eye, Hands

• I love Tris the Divergent, who makes decisions apart from faction loyalty, who isn’t some faction archetype. But the Tris who’s trying as hard as she can to destroy herself … I can’t love her.

  Veronica Roth

  Loyalty, Believe, Eye

  "Insurgent". Book by Veronica Roth, 2012.

• "But please, when you see an opportunity..." He presses his hand to my cheek, cold and strong, and tilts my head up so I have to look at him. His eyes glint. They almost look predatory. "Ruin them."

  Veronica Roth

  Strong, Eye, Opportunity

  "Divergent". Book by Veronica Roth, April 25, 2011.

• Looks like someone had a mood swing.” She rolls her eyes. “Like you don’t want to know what his fears are. He acts so tough that he’s probably afraid of marshmallows and really bright sunrises or something.

  Veronica Roth

  Eye, Swings, Sunrise

• Do the elevators work?" I ask Uriah, as quietly as I can. "Sure they do." says Zeke, rolling his eyes, "You think I'm stupid enough not to come here early and turn on the emergency generator?" "Yeah," says Uriah. "I kinda do.

  Veronica Roth

  Stupid, Eye, Thinking

• Debe ser porque eres muy accesible", digo rotundamente. "Ya sabes, como una cama de clavos". Me mira fijamente y yo no aparto la mirada. No es un perro, pero se aplican las mismas reglas. Apartar la mirada es sumisión. Mirarle a los ojos es un desafío. Es mi elección. El calor me sube a las mejillas. ¿Qué pasará cuando se rompa esta tensión? Pero él sólo dice: "Cuidado, Tris.

  Veronica Roth

  Dog, Eye, Choices

  Veronica Roth (2013). “The Divergent Series Complete Collection: Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant”, p.39, Harper Collins

• I think he came to die with me," I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. What an idiot, I think, but my heart isn't in it. "That's ridiculous," he says. "That doesn't make any sense. He's eighteen; he'll find another girlfriend once you're dead. And he's stupid if he doesn't know that." Tears run down my cheeks, hot at first and then cold. I close my eyes. "If you think that's what it's about..." I swallow another sob. "...you're the stupid one.

  Veronica Roth

  Running, Girlfriend, Stupid

• I hear my heartbeat. I have been looking at him too long, but then, he has been looking back, and I feel like we are both trying to say something the other can't hear, though I could be imagining it. Too long - and now even longer, my heart even louder, his tranquil eyes swallowing me whole.

  Veronica Roth

  Corazón, Ojo, Largo

• He gives me a conflicted look and touches his lips to my forehead, right between my eyebrows. I close my eyes. I don't understand this, whatever it is. But I don't want to ruin it, so I say nothing. He doesn't move; he just stays there with his mouth pressed to my skin, and I stay there with my hands on his waist, for a long time.

  Veronica Roth

  Movimiento, Ojo, Manos

• ¿Qué has hecho?" Murmuro. Ahora está a unos metros de mí, pero no lo bastante cerca para oírme. Al pasar a mi lado, me tiende la mano. La envuelve alrededor de mi palma y aprieta. Aprieta y suelta. Tiene los ojos inyectados en sangre y está pálido. "¿Qué has hecho? Esta vez la pregunta sale de mi garganta como un gruñido. Me lanzo hacia él, luchando contra el agarre de Peter, aunque sus manos rozan. "¿Qué has hecho? Grito. "Si mueres, yo también muero" Tobías me mira por encima del hombro. "Te pedí que no lo hicieras. Tomaste tu decisión. Estas son las repercusiones.

  Veronica Roth

  Letting Go, Struggle, Eye

• What do you think they're going to do to us when they find us guilty?" she says after a few minutes of silence have passed. "Honestly?" "Does now seem like the time for honesty?" I look at her from the corner of my eye. "I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

  Veronica Roth

  Honesty, Eye, Thinking

• Caleb", le digo, "te quiero". Sus ojos brillan con lágrimas mientras dice: "Yo también te quiero, Beatrice.

  Veronica Roth

  Love You, Eye, Tears

• It's what you deserve to hear," I say firmly, my eyes going cloudy with tears. "That you're whole, that you're worth loving, that you're the best person I've ever known.

  Veronica Roth

  Eye, Tears, What You Deserve

• Entonces sus ojos se centran en algo por encima de mi hombro y empieza a andar. Me giro y veo a Uriah trotando desde la orilla del ascensor. Está sonriendo. "Oí un rumor de que eras un sucio traidor", dice Uriah. "Sí, como quieras", dice Zeke. Se dan un abrazo que me parece casi doloroso, se dan palmadas en la espalda y se ríen con los puños entrelazados.

  Veronica Roth

  Dirty, Eye, Laughing

• she’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.

  Veronica Roth

  Girl, Strong, Eye

  Veronica Roth (2012). “Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene”, p.6, Harper Collins

• Our eyes meet. I hear a train horn, so faint it could be wind whistling through an alleyway. But I know it when I hear it. It sounds like the Dauntless, calling me to to them.

  Veronica Roth

  Eye, Wind, Sound

  Veronica Roth (2013). “The Divergent Series Complete Collection: Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant”, p.26, Harper Collins

• Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.

  Veronica Roth

  Children, Eye, Tears

• Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

  Veronica Roth

  Eye, Feel Better, Skins

  Veronica Roth (2013). “Free Four - Tobias tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene”, p.7, HarperCollins UK

• 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

• Sólo quería darle las gracias", dice en voz baja. Un grupo de científicos te dijo que mis genes estaban dañados, que me pasaba algo, y te enseñaron los resultados de las pruebas que lo demostraban. Y hasta yo empecé a creerlo". Me toca la cara, su pulgar roza mi pómulo, y sus ojos se clavan en los míos, intensos e insistentes. Nunca lo creíste -dice-. Ni por un segundo. Siempre insististe en que yo estaba... No sé, completa.

  Veronica Roth

  Believe, Eye, Voice

• I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.

  Veronica Roth

  Hate, Eye, Mad

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