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 th...
I pull my foot back again, but Four's hands clamp around my arms, and he pulls me away from her with irresistible force. I breathe through gritted teeth, staring at Molly's blood-covered face, the col...
I don’t … I sound like I am being strangled. My family is all dead, or traitors; how can I …I am not making any sense. The sobs take over my body, my mind, everything. He gathers me to him, and bathwa...
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 vio...
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.
Fear, she says, is more powerful than pain.
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 i...
You sadistic pansycake.
You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.
What's worse: to be idle while someone dies, or to be exiled and empty-handed?
What did you do? This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him… What did you do? I scream. You die, I die too…I asked you not to do this. You made your decision....
To me there's a difference between not being afraid and acting in spite of fear, as he does.
This is what I wanted most to avoid: for my rises and falls to become Tobias's rises and falls. That's why I can't let him step in to defend me now.
There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.
Then his eyes focus on something over my shoulder, and he starts walking. I turn to see Uriah jogging from the elevator bank. He is grinning.Heard a rumor you were a dirty traitor, Uriah says.Yeah, wh...
Then everyone can call you Six.Four and Six, I say.
The theory is that if you spill all your secrets, you'll have no desire to lie about anything, ever again. Like the worst about you is already in the open, so why not just be honest?
The man running toward me is not a man, he is a boy. A shaggy-haired boy with a crease between his eyebrows. Will. Dull-eyed and mindless, but still Will. He stops running and mirrors me, his feet pla...
The floor is solid metal in some places and metal grating in others. Everything smells like rotting garbage and fire.Don't say I never took you anywhere nice, Peter says.Wouldn't dream of it, I say.
The fact is, Cara continues, the data network exists, and that is ethically questionable, but I believe it can work to our advantage here. Just as the computers can access data from other factions, th...