Veronica Roth Quotes

Men are not put into this world to be everlastingly played on by the harping fingers of joy.

The world is made of sugar and dirt.

In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.

Nothing in the world in perfect. Even a still photograph.

I know the world isn't always beautiful or magical.

Nobody gets through life without losing a few things on the way.

The universe doesn't really care if you bounce back. It doesn't feel that weird to write about paralysis or being in hospital or losing a child or, you know, splitting up with your wife, because that's just life.

It's a fine world, though rich in hardships at times.

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

There is so much trouble in coming into the world, and so much more, as well as meanness, in going out of it, that it is hardly worth while to be here at all.

The world itself is pregnant with failure, is the perfect manifestation of imperfection, of the consciousness of failure.

Nobody said it was a beautiful world with no scars.

As human beings, nobody gets out of this world free. We all have to do some suffering before we leave.

With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!

These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.

In a perfect world, you and I probably wouldn't exist, so let's not hope for one.

It's never hard to sing the blues. Everyone in the world has the blues . . .

Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

I resent the creation of a world in which beauty is a reminder of what we're losing rather than a celebration of what we have.

Life doesn't tend to fix things or wrap them up in bows.

We're all going through so much hard, wonderful, amazing . . . it's blessings; it's lessons; it's hardship; it's life. I guess, I don't know what the definition of life is. I now know the meaning of my life, because of my daughters, but mine is one little tiny speck in the universe. It's nice to not be pretending everything is perfect all the time, because it isn't, but I do love happiness and joy and optimism.