Quotes & Sayings About Beatrice In Divergent

Beatrice. We should think of our family. But. But we must also think of ourselves. — Veronica Roth

My body rises with the water. Instead of kicking my feet to stay abreast of it, I push all the air from my lungs and sink to the bottom. The water muffles my ears. I feel its movement over my face. I think about snorting the water into my lungs so it kills me faster, but I can't bring myself to do it. I blow bubbles from my mouth.
Relax. I close my eyes. My lungs burn. — Veronica Roth

Maybe Dauntless was formed with good intentions, with the right ideals and the right goals. But it has strayed far from them. And the same is true of Erudite, I realize. A long time ago, Erudite pursued knowledge and ingenuity for the sake of doing good. Now they pursue knowledge and ingenuity with greedy hearts. I wonder if the other fractions suffer from the same problem — Veronica Roth

I throw my arms out to the side and imagine that I am flying ... my heart beats fast, I can't scream and I can't breathe. I also feel everything, buzzing as if I am charged with electricity. I AM PURE ADRENALINE - TRIS — Veronica Roth

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe. — Veronica Roth

Okay. Then ... I can talk. Ask me something."
"Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?"
I cringe and say, "Well, I ... I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?" ...
"Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar. — Veronica Roth

One thing I know: For helping me forget how awful the world is, I prefer her to alcohol. — Veronica Roth

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?'
A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially — Veronica Roth

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt - the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it. — Veronica Roth

In 'Divergent,' the story is about Beatrice Prior, and I play her brother. — Ansel Elgort

I have something I need to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands 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."
I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear.
"Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't want to frighten you."
I laugh a little. "Then you should know better."
"Fine," he says. "Then I love you. — Veronica Roth