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.
I love you. " He frowns. "Say it again. " "Tobias," I say. "I love you.
I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.
I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family. And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior
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.
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.
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.
Change, like healing, takes time.
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.
So how can I hold Tobias’s desperation against him, like I’m better than him, like I’ve never let my own brokenness blind me?
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?
The person you became with her is worth being.
She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.
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.
I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.
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
Tris," said tobias. "I love you
People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.
I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
I don't want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.