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Daca "Divergent" a fost buna, Insurgent e si mai tare. In curand recenzie !!!
“Oamenii,
tocmai am descoperit, sunt alcătuiți din straturi și straturi de
secrete. Crezi că-i cunoști, că-i întelegi, dar motivele lor îți sunt
întotdeauna ascunse, îngropate adănc în inimile lor. Nu-i vei cunoaște
niciodata cu adevărat, însa, uneori, hotarăști să ai încredere în ei.’’
“Cândva,
am citit undeva că plânsul sfideaza orice explicație ștințifică.
Lacrimile sunt menite numai pentru a lubrifia ochii. Nu exista niciun
motiv real pentru glandele lacrimale să produca în exces lacrimi la
comanda sentimentelor.
Cred
că plăgem pentru a elibera componentele animalice din noi fără să ne
pierdem umanitatea, deoarece în mine exista o bestie care mărâie și
mormăie și se încordează spre libertate, spre Tobias și, mai presus de
orice, spre viață.”
“I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together.
"That's why you like me!" I exclaim. "Because you're not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.”
"That's why you like me!" I exclaim. "Because you're not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.”
“He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.
“What did you do?” I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but
not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand.
He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His
eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. “What did you do?” This time the
question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him,
struggling against Peter’s grip, though his hands chafe. “What did you
do?” I scream. “You die, I die too” Tobias looks over his shoulder at
me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the
repercussions.”
“I think it would be easier to fight in a dress," says Marlene, tapping
her chin. "It would give your legs freer movement. And who really cares
if you flash people your underwear, as long as you're kicking the crap
out of them?”
“Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my
devotion. Or afraid that I did not know what it was to love someone.
“We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.”
“He
must have stood there for a long time, making a list of all
the terrible things he had done—almost killing me was one of those
things—and another list of all the good, heroic, brave things he had not
done, and then decided that he was tired. Tired, not just of living,
but of existing. Tired of being Al. I open my eyes, and stare at the
pieces of chair I can faintly see on the pavement below. For the first
time I feel like I understand Al. I am tired of being Tris. I have done
bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most
of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.”
“-Daca
te mai pui vreodată, fără niciun motiv, în pericol, tu n-ai să fii
nimic altceva decat o Neînfricată ahtiata dupa adrenalina, în căutarea
unei doze, iar eu n-o să te mai
ajut!
Scuipă cuvintele cu amărăciune.
-Eu
o iubesc pe Tris Divergenta, care ia decizii fără să țina cont de
loialitatea fată de facțiune, și care nu e niciun arhetip facțional. Dar
Tris care încearcă din răsputeri să se distruga… pe aceasta n-o pot
iubi.
Îmi vine să țip. Nu fiindcă sunt supărată, ci fiindcă mă tem că are dreptate.”
“Se uita lung la mine. Aștept, agățându-mă cu mâinile de brațele lui pentru echilibru, în timp ce el se gândeste la un răspuns.
Se încruntă.
-Spune-o din nou.
-Tobias, îi zic, te iubesc.”