“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
“Fate, I think, is a thief.”
“I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.”
“Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.”
“I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.”
“I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.”
“Did you tell freedom hello for me?”
“You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.”
“Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.”
“who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who
tries.”
“The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.”
“There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.”
“She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.”
“The world seems so clean if you only looked up.”
“Real’ is a dirty word in this place.”
“So how long do you think it’ll be?” he says. “Before the next hurricane comes along to take you home.”
“Can I tell you my biggest fear?” I say.
“Yes. Tell me.”
“That it will be a very windless four years.”
“Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.”
“You’re insane, you know that?” he says.
“It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.”
“I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?'
Almost.
Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.”
“As I go, I hear her screaming my name, in a brutal, bloody way, like she's being murdered, which maybe she is. But slowly. It will take her six years to die.”
“But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.”
“Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.”
“Tell freedom I said hello.'
'If I happen to see it, I will.”
“Suddenly the clouds seem high above us. They’re moving over us in an arch, circling the planet. They have seen abysmal oceans and charred, scorched islands. They have seen how we destroyed the world. If I could see everything, as the clouds do, would I swirl around this remaining continent, still so full of color and life and seasons, wanting to protect it? Or would I just laugh at the futility of it all, and meander onward, down the earth’s sloping atmosphere?”
“It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.”
“And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.”
“What have you done? What have you given up?'
So many things, Cecily. More than you know.”
“I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.”
“Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.”
“Rosethorn had gone to her room the moment Niko started to cough. Now she returned with her syrup and a firm look in her eye. "I thought you were having trouble last night. Drink this." She poured some into a cup and held it out to him.
Niko looked at it as if she offered him rotten fish. "I am fine. I am per-" He couldn't even finish the sentence for coughing.
"It's not bad," said Tris, crossing her fingers behind her back. "Really, tastes like-like mangoes."
Niko looked at her, then took the cup and downed its contents. The four watched with interest as his cheeks turned pale, then scarlet. "That's terrible (exclamation point)" he cried, his voice a thin squeak.
"Maybe I was thinking of some other syrup," Tris remarked with a straight face.”
“There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world-its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles. The more you understand, the more you look, the greater is your enjoyment of life and your sense of peace. That's all there is to it. Everything else is fun and games. If an activity is not grounded in "to love" or "to learn," it does not have value. - Zurvan”
“For example, the questions that say, "Would you prefer..." "Would you prefer (a) Answer questions about what you do, (b) Answer questions about what you know, (c) Answer questions about what you think?
My answer is "Depends." But it's not one of the choices. I am having to think in terms of Always, Sometimes, Never.”
“Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor.”
“I take it, Professor, this is not only a social visit?" he asked, his voice almost normal.
"No, of course not. I've come to ask why on earth you haven't called on me before now?"
Ramil took a step back. "Er . . . well, we've been a bit busy, Professor."
"I can see that for myself. I had a terrible job getting here: they've ringed you off with troops five men deep. I had to crawl through the tunnels and some of them are in a disgusting state." Norling sniffed his robe with a doubtful look.
"But why you did not think to ask the resistance for aid is beyond me. We can be immensely helpful to you."
Ramil struck his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Stupid! I should have been drowned at birth," he muttered.
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," said Norling generously. "I don't think it's too late. In fact, I'd say that you've managed very well without me.”
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