I feel his heartbeat against my cheek,as fast as my own. "Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?" "Terrified," he replies with a smile.
Change, like healing, takes time.
I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.
I love you. " He frowns. "Say it again. " "Tobias," I say. "I love you.
I only came for Cake" -Tobias Eaton, Divergent
She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.
I don't want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.
What do--" Tobias's voice. Tobias! "Oh my God. Oh--" "Spare me your blubbering, okay? Peter says. "She's not dead; she's just paralyzed. It'll only last for about a minute. Now get ready to run. " I don't understand. How does Peter know? "Let me carry her," Tobias says. "No. You're a better shot than I am. Take my gun. I'll carry her.
Tris," said tobias. "I love you
This is what I wanted most to avoid: for my rises and falls to become Tobias's rises and falls. That's why I can't let him step in to defend me now.
People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.
I guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed down from generation to generation. - Tobias Eaton
"What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too. "
Tobias asked. "Weird? Weird?" Marco crowed. "The talking bird wants to know if getting information on the location of an alien from a whale, that you've just saved from sharks, by turning into dolphins. . . You're suggesting that's weird?
Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias
Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt -- the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it, not even Tobias. Maybe I should not be so afraid of saying anything, because honesty will make me feel lighter.
She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.
Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
As far as which writers embody this form of gentle power - Tobias Wolff, for sure. His persona and his writing both share an easy, capacious confidence that says he has faith in his readers.
I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.
