Novel & Cerita Divergent Book Quotes

I couldn’t wait to dive into every single one of them. A clear picture of me in my playroom sipping a bottle of wine while a movie I no longer cared for played in the background as I devoured one of the books played in my mind's eye; however, when I looked up, it was a pair of black orbs staring back at me. “I hope you enjoy your books.” It was a very simple statement, but when it came from Dante, it was enough to make something as mundane as reading feel like detonating a bomb. He had given me exactly what I wanted on two counts; I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something on the other side.

“It was different. Divergent.” “Extremely rebellious? Psychopathic?” “Well yes, now I know that,” I said, chuckling. “But I couldn’t have known back then.” “No,” Valentina whispered the word. “You were just a kid.” “So everybody keeps saying.” The laugh I let out then was self-conscious as I leaned against the sofa, looking at the ceiling. I was definitely feeling destabilized, but I would like to think that in the end, it would be worth it. “You cannot blame yourself for any of the decisions you made at that age.”

something I'd read recently at home as I'd glanced through one of my novels. My brain suddenly went blank, as I stared at the timer.....twenty seconds had gone by, and a sweat broke on my brow as I tried to remember the message in the acknowledgements. All of a sudden, it came to my mind in a flash. With a small smile on my face, as I stared at the five seconds left on the timer, I stood, my voice steady. “This isn’t about damnation. It’s about choice. About the way we willingly walk into fire, knowing it’ll burn, because sometimes the burn is the only proof we’re alive.”

Then I learned courage looks like fear that keeps walking. I closed the book for a moment. The memory came rushing back. A hotel hallway. A divorce attorney's office. A penthouse filled with silence. The first night alone. The first morning free. I had never been fearless. Not once. I had simply moved forward anyway. That evening, I sat on the porch with the book resting in my lap. The sky burned orange and pink as the sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon. Pierce stepped outside carrying two glasses of lemonade. "You've been reading that all day."

"We have to put an end to whoever holds the pen now, and the only way is destroying the book. We don't know what this person is capable of, after all... the old woman did say.. he who holds the pen is evil." "So... what if this character doesn't exist in our book. What if this character is from a different book.. do we get to stay?" Vivian asked daniel, looking so emotional. I kind of get her, I guess... I don't want my master leaving me. Daniel kept quiet for a little while, thinking about what Vivian just said. "I don't think it would be right for us to do that. We do not belong in this world." I could tell he is really having a hard time saying those words.

Between his touch or his sexy groans on my ears. My eyes drifted to the books and see something. It was like a magnifying moment and I pushed him away. Even with a pure bliss of emotion, with his hands all over my body and his kisses that almost make me crazy, I’ve pushed him away for I saw something. “ D-Devon,” Alpha Antonio growls, watching me annoyed for stopping. I’ve picked up the book and encircled the phrase. “ Only a god can see the abode of truth. The abode of others for nature prevents the mixture of life above the earth.”

The voice kept repeating inside me, it must be the voice of the moon goddess. 'When you're out on a mission, you need to focus!' Since I was battling with emotions, I decided to open the book I held just to set my eyes on it and get inspired. Sometimes you can be communicated with through things like a quote, picture or movie scene. This is a warning I have to take lest I might end my journey as Emily did, halfway. I looked firmly into his eyes, "Sorry Calvin, this' a girls' meeting!" It was my way of asking him to leave without being rude.

Veronica's POV: 'Love is not what you do... Love is what you are... Love never tests you... it embraces you...' I swear that I must have heard this quote somewhere on I*******m a while ago... now I totally understand the meaning of it. I dropped my phone onto the mat beside me and started walking toward the waves, my steps unsteady, dizziness washing over me as a memory from my past rose uninvited in my mind. Chase was standing across from me, fury blazing in his eyes. On the table beside me lay a neatly folded stack of laundry.

Luciano’s cold, cutting words echoed in my mind, steadily dismantling any lingering doubts. “If you want to survive in this unforgiving place, you have to fight for yourself and reclaim what’s yours,” he had said, his voice low and threatening. That chilling statement resonated deeply within me, serving as an unexpected wellspring of strength and determination. Each word became a mantra, propelling me to embrace my own power and resilience in the face of adversity.

She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her trembling fingers. The book creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. Its pages were yellowed and fragile, but tucked between random paragraphs were faint markings—notes written in delicate, slanted handwriting. Leah’s heart thudded as she scanned the lines, searching for meaning. On the third chapter, Sofia’s voice came alive. “Nothing is ever truly what it seems. A beautiful prison is still a prison.” Leah’s brows furrowed. She flipped another page. More underlines, this time around a quote from the book’s protagonist: