Ark (Forward Collection, #1)

by Veronica Roth

Why take a shower when you’re just going to get dirty? Why eat when you’re just going to get hungry? Every flower dies eventually, Sam. But not yet.

So maybe he had been apologizing for giving her life in the first place, when he knew it would be full of dread.

She wished she could have told him that life was already full of dread, no matter who you were. That there was nothing you could have that you couldn’t one day lose. That autumn always gave way to winter, but it was her favorite time of year—those fleeting bursts of beauty before the branches went bare.

“Well, you can’t love everything equally,” she said. “You just can’t—and if you did, then it’s the same as loving nothing at all. So you have to hold just a few things dear, because that’s what love is. Particular. Specific.”

In evolution, she saw the mechanics of a god. Her faith was rarely at odds with her scientific mind—a

he had been dying since his wife passed away, and his body hadn’t caught on yet.