People will throw food at me, people will throw words at me, and I have to be stronger than that if I’m going to survive.

Y a veces la gente no sabe si interpretar el silencio como confianza en ti misma o como miedo. Te miran todo el rato como si fueras un bicho raro, a ver si al final consiguen que te sientas como tal.

Love did nothing but break down defenses, and I could not afford that.

I kept waiting for something to happen, which isn’t how life works. In closed environments, everything just repeats.

Forgive what? Our stupid little fight? It’s already forgotten. Your feelings being a little slower than mine? I’m prepared to wait. I don’t think there’s anything you could do that I couldn’t forgive.

Lord knows what would happen to the country with you at the helm.” I laughed along because he was right. “I’d probably ruin it.” Maxon continued to smile when he spoke. “But maybe it needs ruining.

You think you walk, Lucy? I think you fly. You see yourself in a uniform? I see you in a cape. You’re a hero, of the quietest but most genuine nature.

This is a dandelion, ” I told him. He shrugged. “I know. Some see a weed; some see a flower. Perspective.

I don’t think the lady should go. As if he’s won the argument, Maxon looked at me with a face that said, See!

See, it’s just a matter of looking at the lines and doing the math.” “Ugh, more math. I do enough of that as it is.” He laughed. “But this is fun math.” “Fun math is an oxymoron.” Kile.