You shouldn't have to be forced to be strong on your own because no one will stand with you. Your dad failed you, Noah failed you. I will not fail you again.
Tarryn FisherSometimes you fucked up enough in life, that you had to bow to your mistakes. They won. Be humble... move on.
Tarryn FisherTags: caleb
I'm not moving in with anyone until I marry them," he said.
I hadn't heard anyone say this since I was fifteen and my parents forced me to go to Bible camp. "Swell," I said. "And I'm not sleeping with anyone until I marry them."
Caleb turned his best 'I can have you whenever I want you' look on me, and I got so flustered I didn't know whether to kiss him or blush.
Heather: What about my husband and the children?
Caleb: Do you have a husband?
Heather: No
Caleb: Single mother?
Heather: No
Caleb: Will you have mine?
Heather: Would I have to have seven?
Caleb: How about three?
Heather: Three’s good
Caleb: They’ll be boys, of course
Had he moved closer?
Heather: What if I’d prefer six or seven daughters?
Caleb: As much as I would love to have ten beautiful daughters with eyes the color of sunlit whiskey, and the hair color of honey all of whom look like their gorgeous mother, I’m afraid if you insist on girls we’ll have to adopt. There hasn’t been a female born in my family for five hundred years.
Heather: Really?
Caleb: Really. Does this mean you’ll marry me?
Heather: Isn’t this a little quick?
Caleb: Don’t you believe in love at first sight?
Heather: Is this what this is? I thought it was hunger?
Caleb: Of a sort.
-Caleb Edge and Heather meet not for the first time in a grocery store.
Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide - they injure each other in the same way.
Veronica RothTags: fighting siblings tris caleb allegiant
When I look at him, I don't see the cowardly young man who sold me out to Jeanine Matthews, and i don't hear the excuses he gave afterward.
When I look at him, I see the boy who held my hand in the hospital when our mother broke her wrist and told me it would be all right. I see the brother who told me to make my own choices, the night before the Choosing Ceremony. I think of all the remarkable things he is--smart and enthusiastic and observant, quiet and earnest and kind.
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