Veronica Roth Quotes

I had a very easy time loving an audience. But when it's one-on-one with somebody, all I wanted to do was run away, because maybe they're going to want something from me I can't give, or they're going to hurt me.

I don't like talking about my relationships.

Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.

When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he moved in closer, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, and in my mind I saw myself retreating a million times when people tried to do this same thing: my sister or my mother, pulling back and into myself, tucking everything out of sight, where only I knew where to find it. This time, though, I gave in. I let Wes pull me against him, pressing my head against his chest, where I could feel his heart beating, steady and true.

The thing that makes me most vulnerable is romantic relationship.

I reveal too much of myself.

I'm a very private person. I find it very daunting to have to give private parts of myself away to people, you know?

Even with my wife, I find sharing soup is hard.

I've laid my friends bare.

If you're dealing with personal kind of acting, you're not going to want to open up and expose it to everybody, because that's where the power lies, you know? It would be a little like showing your hand in poker, and then hoping you can still win.

I don't know what marriages are like in general, but there are many things which I don't talk about with my husband. We discuss practical problems, but I wouldn't sit down with him and talk about the distant past. It's somewhat in contrast to other Americans, who feel that they have to confess things, but I'm really not like that.

I'm an oversharer but selective about who I share with.

Once I'm comfortable with someone, I'm not reserved. I'm a compulsive confessor.

I'm not good at opening up with people.

I don't really like to share deep issues or anything like that. I have a problem with that. I don't really like to talk about some stuff.

I have trust issues with allowing other individuals to know my innermost secrets for fear of how I may be viewed. Everyone has this.

I know I was known as a ladies man and all that, but even the thought of holding my heroine's hand made me break into a sweat.

I didn't know many people in London and became depressed, ending up in therapy. One day, the therapist called me Josh instead of Jacob, and I was mortified. I was telling this woman things I'd never told anyone, and she didn't even know my name.

In love we are not only liable to betray ourselves, but also the secrets of others.

I gave a relenting sigh. "Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's." Pj's that consisted of nothing but a tank top and boy shorts--an image I didn't want to sear into Scott's mind. Scott smiled. "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter." Ugh. The dimple in his cheek deepened. And it was not in any way cute... pg 196

Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.

...available people are the ones who are dangerous, because they confront us with the possibility of real intimacy.

Man was made to lead with his chin; he is worth knowing only with his guard down, his head up and his heart rampant on his sleeve.

I had stepped into his arms, showing him my raw, broken heart.

Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.