Fernando crouches next to one of the beds and takes out a box. He digs inside it for a few seconds, then picks up a small, round disc. It is made of a pale metal that I saw often in Erudite headquarte...
That is death - shifting from is to was.
He gives me a conflicted look and touches his lips to my forehead, right between my eyebrows. I close my eyes. I don't understand this, whatever it is. But I don't want to ruin it, so I say nothing. H...
His hands skim my bare arms. Just bounce a little when you walk, he says, kissing my forehead, and pretend you’re afraid of their guns —another kiss between my eyebrows— and act like the shrinking vio...
Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it's so important that we don't rely on it.
I am still the person who would have died rather than kill you
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.
I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
To live factionless Is not just to live in poverty and discomfort; it is to live divorced from society, separated from the most important thing in life: community. My mother once told me that we can’t...
Someone shouts, Enough! and I think too much and nothing at all.
Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.
I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.
I know some things--I know that I'm not alone, that I have friends, that I'm in love. I know that I don't want to die, and for me that's something--more than I could have said a few weeks ago.
I know that I am birdlike, made narrow and small as if for taking flight, built straight-waisted and fragile. But when he touches me like he can't bear to take his hand away, I don't wish I was any di...
Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
Yeah, sometimes life really sucks, she says. But you know what I'm holding on for?I raise my eyebrows.She raises hers, too, mimicking me.The moments that don't suck, she says. The trick is to notice t...
Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.
I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.
If someone offer you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.
If you throw yourself into danger for no reason again, you will have become nothing more than a Dauntless adrenaline junkie looking for a hit, and I'm not going to help you do it. He spits the words o...
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