“At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet. I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.” PeopleHeartHomeKidsUsedMotherNightFatherHurtTalkingBoysFireMy HeartQuietHundredMy FamilyTablesCalmDinnerSupposed To BePleasantNeighborhoodStomachLaughedHomeworkDinner TableClamorScarvesFireplacesCaleb Author:Veronica Roth
“It hurts me to hear the tone in which the poor are condemned as "shiftless," or "having a pauper spirit," just as it would if a crowd mocked at a child for its weakness, or laughed at a lame man because he could not run, or a blind man because he stumbled.” IfsMenChildrenRunningSpiritHurtPoorWeaknessBlindCrowdsToneLaughedIt HurtsHurt MeLameSocial ClassBlind Man Book:Beauty for Ashes, by Albion Fellows Bacon; with Numerous Illustrations Source: Beauty for Ashes, by Albion Fellows Bacon; with Numerous Illustrations