My father says that those who want power and get it live in terror of losing it. That's why we have to give power to those who do not want it.
My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.
May the peace of God be with you, she says, her voice low, even in the midst of trouble.Why would it? I say softly, so no one else can hear. After all I’ve done...It isn’t about you, she says. It is a...
I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.
I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me.
I read somewhere, once, that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion. I...
I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me intothe wrong shape.
I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.
How can you fail a test you aren't allowed to prepare for?
But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one m...
I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".
Those who seek peace above all else, they say, will always deceive to keep the water calm.
The theory is that if you spill all your secrets, you'll have no desire to lie about anything, ever again. Like the worst about you is already in the open, so why not just be honest?
Someone shouts, Enough! and I think too much and nothing at all.
She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong.
She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
Relax Beatrice, I've driven a car before.' MARCUS'I've done a lot of things before, but that doesn't mean I'm any good at them!' TRIS
People talk about the pain of grief, but I don't know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.
I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me, I say.Who cares about everyone? What about ?
It isn't the height that scares me - the height makes me feel alive with energy, every organ and vessel and muscle in my body singing at the same pitch.Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something a...