Quotes & Sayings About Tris In Allegiant

The steps were crowded with bodies then. Now they are clean and cool, like nothing ever happened here. — Veronica Roth

Caleb," I say, "I love you."
His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice. — Veronica Roth

She sighs, then breaks a piece off the muffin in my hand. 'Hey. There are plenty more just five feet to your right.'
'then you shouldn't be so concerned about losing some of yours.' she says, grinning.
'Fair enough. — Veronica Roth

I should have known, then, that he would gladly trade thousands of GD memories-lives-for control of the experiments. That he would trade them without even thinking of alternatives-without feeling that he needed to bother to save them.
They're damaged, after all. — Veronica Roth

With four? Doing a little ... Addition? Multiplication? — Veronica Roth

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love ... That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don't have enough of their own. — Veronica Roth

Death could not erase her, she is permanent. — Veronica Roth

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a few seconds. His
breaths tickle my ear, and I close my eyes, letting myself finally relax. He
smells like wind and sweat and soap, like Tobias and like safety. — Veronica Roth

If we stay together, I'll have to forgive you over and over again, and if you're still in this, you'll have to forgive me over and over again too. So forgiveness isn't the point. What I really should have been trying to figure out is whether we were still good for each other or not — Veronica Roth

We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left. — Veronica Roth

The minutes I had left with him fall away like dead leaves pulled from branches. — Veronica Roth

The ability to think isn't exclusive to erudite — Veronica Roth

They're damaged, after all. — Veronica Roth

I find my anger ebbing away, and I'm lost in muffled grief again, this time not just for Tris, but for Uriah, whose smile is burned into my memory. My friend's brother, and then my friend, too, though not for long enough to let his humor work its way into me, not for long enough. — Veronica Roth

I just wanted to thank you' he says, his voice low.
'A group of scientists told you that my genes were damaged, that there was something wrong with me - they showed you the test results that proved it. And even I started to believe it.'
He touches my face, his thumb skimming my cheekbone, and his eyes are on mine, intense and insistent.
'You never believed it,' he says 'Not for a second. You always insisted I was ... I don't know, whole. — Veronica Roth

He's one of the last friends I have," she says, her voice breaking. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at you the same way again. — Veronica Roth

I'm going to stop a revolution,' I say. I turn right, and Peter follows me. — Veronica Roth

A weight settles on my shoulders. I knew, of course, that Uriah might never wake up. But the hope that kept the grief at bay is dwindling, slipping away with each word she speaks. — Veronica Roth

Most of the time I can tell when people are lying, and this must be a lie, because Tris is still alive, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed and her small body full of power and strenght, standing in a shaft of light in the atrium.
Tris is still alive, she wouldn't leave me here alone, she wouldn't go to the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. — Veronica Roth

When I look at him, I don't see the cowardly young man who sold me out to Jeanine Matthews, and i don't hear the excuses he gave afterward.
When I look at him, I see the boy who held my hand in the hospital when our mother broke her wrist and told me it would be all right. I see the brother who told me to make my own choices, the night before the Choosing Ceremony. I think of all the remarkable things he is
smart and enthusiastic and observant, quiet and earnest and kind. — Veronica Roth

Though I know that he had something to do with the attack simulation, and with all those deaths, I find it difficult to pair those actions with the man I see in front of me. I wonder if this is how it is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likeable as good men. — Veronica Roth

You're not very nice," I say, grinning.
"You're one to talk."
"Hey, I could be nice if I tried."
"Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then."
"You're very good-looking."
He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing. — Veronica Roth

It's getting more difficult to be wise," he says, laughing into my ear.
I smile at him. "I think that's how it's
supposed to be. — Veronica Roth

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina.
"Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say. — Veronica Roth

It's not often real that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest part of someone. It's not comfortable what you do. — Veronica Roth

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life. — Veronica Roth

They'll care for each other, she says. That's what people do. I smile and close my eyes. — Veronica Roth

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

Morning," I say.
"Shh," she says. "If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away. — Veronica Roth

I was beginning to feel that I had finally found a place to stay, a place that was not so unstable or corrupt or controlling that I could actually belong there. You would think that I would have learned by now - such a place does not exist. — Veronica Roth

Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide - they injure each other in the same way. — Veronica Roth

Did you just make a joke, Tris? We should have you on painkillers more often if your going to start cracking jokes. — Veronica Roth