Veronica Roth Quotes

George looked at her for a long moment. Finally he replied, "And why do you find it so hard to think someone might like you and want to do things for you?

I think I'm extremely vulnerable and that in some ways I seek out rejection. Never feeling like you're getting that pat on the back from dad is probably at the heart of that.

I have a lot of hang-ups in life with men. I'm not very trusting.

When patronised, I'm unfortunately more flight than fight. Perhaps it's because I actually feel quite wounded.

Look, I don't care if anyone likes me when it comes to my work. But I can be massively insecure in other parts of my life.

I am suspicious of what people might want from me. Do they like me, or my money?

When it comes to life and love, why do we believe our worst reviews?

Ever since I was a little kid, I've always felt un-trusted.

I always have doubts. I am weary of people.

If you're thinking like that - 'Does this person want me for me?' - then you're gonna have a hell of a hard time falling in love, 'cause you're constantly thinking about what they look like on paper.

I'd worried that letting her get too close would break me. Unfortunately, I'd worried about that a little too late. Because I was broken. The Cage I was before Eva no longer existed. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I'd fallen in love with her. I'd allowed someone in and she hadn't want me. I hadn't been good enough. I never was.

Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.

Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything.

I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get?

We have a tendency to always test people's love. 'I want to see how badly I have to behave before you'll leave me. Because I don't really think you want me anyhow.'

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

I'm a very insecure and emotional person still looking to be loved by everyone else.

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.

I didn't want to leave things the way we had, unresolved, ... and tried to tell myself he cared about me enough not to look elsewhere for what I wasn't giving him.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

But now my problems had been set loose. They could be anywhere at any time and I was just like everyone else I knew: almost positive that there was something profoundly and undiagnosably wrong with me.

I can see that I imagine all kinds of rejection that never happens. I can see that I beg and plead for love that is freely offered because I somehow believe that if I don't ask for it, everyone will forget about me: I will be a little kid sent off to sleep-away camp whose parents forget to meet her at the bus when she comes back in August. Or else I think people are nice to me only to be nice to me, that they feel sorry for me because I am such a loser- as if anyone could possibly be that generous.

These days I don't know who really likes me. I always assume most people are bullshitting me.

Being overly sensitive to rejection can become a destructive virus.

“You don't have much faith in people, do you?” said David. “I don't have much faith in anything,” Roland replied. “Not even in myself.”