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“Entonces me doy cuenta de lo que es. Es él. Algo acerca de él me hace sentir cerca de caer. O volverme líquido. O estallar en llamas”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Todos hemos empezado a menospreciar las virtudes de las demás facciones para reafirmar las nuestras. No quiero que sea así, quiero ser valiente y altruista, y también inteligente, amable y sincero" - Cuatro.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“That's not entirely true.�� He smiles at me. “That girl who let someone throw knives at her to spare a friend, who hit my dad with
a belt to protect me—that selfless girl, that’s not you?”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Maybe. Maybe there’s more we all could have done,�� he says, “but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Feel my heart beat. Can you feel it?"
"Yes."
"Feel how steady it is?"
"It's fast."
"Yes, well, that has nothing to do with the box.”
― Veronica Roth

“I have something to tell you,�� he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hand and look back at him. “I might be in love with you.�� He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.�� “That’s sensible of you,�� I say, smiling too. “We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Sleep,�� he says. “I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.�� “With what?�� “My bare hands, obviously.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I’ll be your family now,�� he says.
“I love you,�� I say.
I said that once, before I went to Erudite headquarters, but he was asleep then. I don’t know why I didn’t say it when he could hear it. Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion. Or afraid that I did not know what it was to love someone. But now I think the scary thing was not saying it before it was almost too late. Not saying it before it was almost too late for me.
I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.
He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response.
He frowns at me. “Say it again.��
“Tobias,�� I say, “I love you.��
His skin is slippery with water and he smells like sweat and my shirt sticks to his arms when he slides them around me. He presses his face to my neck and kisses me right above the collarbone, kisses my cheek, kisses my lips.
“I love you, too,�� he says.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,�� I say.
“Who cares about everyone? What about me?”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right.' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“You die, I die too.�� Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“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.��
I want to scream. But not because I’m angry, because I’m afraid he’s right. My hands shake and I grab the hem of my shirt to steady them.
He touches his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. “I believe you’re still in there,�� he says against my mouth. “Come back.”
― Veronica Roth , Insurgent

“I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Whoa there, Tobias," says the man to my left. "Weren't you raised a Stiff? I thought the most you people did was... graze hands or something."
"Then how do you explain all the Abnegation children?" Tobias raises his eyebrows.
"They are brought into being by sheer force of will," the woman on the arm of the chair interjects. "Didn't you know that, Tobias?"
"No, I wasn't aware." He grins. "My apologies.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I wish we were alone,�� he says.
“I almost always wish that,�� I say.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“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, Insurgent

“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, Insurgent

“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, Insurgent

“I'll be your family now," he says.
"I love you," I say. (....)
He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response.
He frowns at me. "Say it again."
"Tobias," I say, "I love you.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I regret..." Tobias tilts his head, and sighs. "I regret my choice."
"What Choice?"
"Dauntless," he says. "I was born Abnegation. I was planning on leaving Dauntless, and becoming factionless. But I met her, and... I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision."

Her.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Are you conceding?' he says, his mouth falling open with mock surprise. 'Seems like that serum did you some good after all...'

I shove him as hard as I can. 'Take that back. Take it back now.'

'Okay, okay!' He puts up his hands. 'It's just... I'm not very nice either, you know. That's why I like you so- '

'Out!' I shout, pointing at the door.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“You die, I die too.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“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, Insurgent

“What did you do?" I scream.
"You die, I die too.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“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, Insurgent

“I'm not going to pretend to know what's going on with you," he says. "But if you senselessly risk your life again -- "
"I am not senselessly risking my life. I am trying to make sacrifices, like my parents would have, like -- "
"You are not your parents You are a sixteen-year-old girl --"
I grit my teeth. "How dare you -- "
"-- who doesn't understand that the value of a sacrifice lies in its necessity, not in throwing your life away! And if you do that again, you and I are done.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I am still the person who would have died rather than kill you”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Tobias," I say anyway. My hands shake, but not from fear this time�� from anger. "Where is he? What are you doing to him?"
"I see no reason to provide that information," says Jeanine...

I make my voice flat and factual, like hers. "I see no reason to provide that information."
I hear a faint snort. Peter is covering his mouth. Jeanine glares at him, and his laughter effortlessly transforms into a coughing fit.
"Mockery is childish, Beatrice," she says. "It does not become you."
"Mockery is childish, Beatrice," I repeat in my best imitation of her voice. "It does not become you."”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent