Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.
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.
Our eyes meet. I hear a train horn, so faint it could be wind whistling through an alleyway. But I know it when I hear it. It sounds like the Dauntless, calling me to to them.
Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.
Learning how to think in the midst of fear is a lesson that everyone needs to learn.
It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.
If I don't survive, I say, tell Tobias I didn't want to leave him.
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.
I would rather be dead than empty
I want some kind of reminder that while wounds heal, they don't disappear forever- I carry them everywhere, always, and that is the way of things, the way of scars.
I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.
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 have your back. I didn't mean only when it's easy. All the time.
Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it's so important that we don't rely on it.
He pus his lips next to my ear and says, You look good, Tris.
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...
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".
There was only one option left, and it was letting go.
Psyche you out?" I repeat. "I'm your FRIEND. I wouldn't do that." He doesn't say anything. I can tell he doesn't believe me-not quite.