Divergent Book Quotes Novels & Stories

"Veronica Roth's 'Divergent trilogy'." "Figured," he stated matter-of-fact. "You do look like a Four fangirl," he said psychoanalysing me. My mouth hang open at what he just said. "How do you know?" "You wrote his name all over your Math notebook." "Oh!" I didn't realise I wrote his name all over my notebook and now I've got to check all my other books to make sure I didn't do it to them as well. "If you could have lunch with anyone: dead or alive, who would it be, why? and where?" I asked.

said Marla. “Yes.” I turned to look out of the window, cursing the storm that was holding me hostage here. “I do.” She said nothing more, and I made no effort to break the silence either. My thoughts dragged me into misery, and it was something of a relief to be startled from my reverie by the slam of a pile of books shaking the table. “These are just a select few of the texts that mention the prophecy,” said Davin, settling on the other side of the booth beside Marla.

He was truly impressed, he knew Vanessa loved books but not to this extent. “I want you to remember who you are, despite the bad things that are happening to you. Because those bad things aren’t you. They are just things that happen to you. You need to accept that who you are and the things that happen you, are not one and the same” she paused for a while waiting for the words to sink in, “this is my favorite quote of all times from the book Nathan” she moved closer to him and clasped her hand over his, “I am telling you my favorite quote because it applies to you Nathan. I have seen you so many times put yourself down because you are blind but I want you to know that you can do much better,

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

I stopped, but didn’t turn. “You were never just leverage,” he said. I closed my eyes briefly. Then I walked away—between two fires, carrying the knowledge that some lines, once crossed, never truly fade.

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

I pushed all the old books in annoyance. There was a vase just beside it which I broke. I scattered everything still having no satisfaction. Coming down on my feet, I cried in disgust and so much pain. I began hitting the floor with anger. It was then I noticed something on the ground. A particular book stood out from others on the floor. It laid opened and there were words carved on it: “A wolf with powers never forgets his abilities.” Then there was another one. “And when darkness entails, I will lift you up.”

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

D I S C L A I M E R This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The quotes written in each chapter belong solely to the author. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. D E D I C A T I O N This book is dedicated to my lovely family and all mental health patient out there in the world . N O T E