You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl. I roll my eyes.Not claustrophobic people, Tris! He sounds desperate now.Okay, okay. I set my hand on top of his and guide i...
You know I'm getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on.
What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun? says Christina.Yes, says Will, looking puzzled. Didn’t you?
Tobias, I say anyway. My hands shake, but not from fear this time– from anger. Where is he? What are you doing to him?I see no reason to provide that information, says Jeanine...I make my voice flat a...
Those who blamed aggression formed Amity.’…‘Those who blamed ignorance became the Erudite.’…‘Those who blamed duplicity created Candor.’…‘Those who blamed selfishness made Abnegation.’…‘And those who...
The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.
That is death - shifting from is to was.
Shh, I say. Arms around me. Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.
Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.
Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.
Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
Our ability to know about ourselves and the world is what makes us human
It's wrong, he says. It doesn't matter if your parents are in a better place, they aren't here with you, and that's wrong, Tris. It shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have happened to you. And anyo...
It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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...
I wish we were alone, he says.I almost always wish that, I say.
I was so afraid that we would just keep colliding over and over again if we stayed together, and that eventually the impact would break me. But now I know I am like the blade and he is like the whetst...
I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity.
I think it would be easier to fight in a dress, says Marlene, tapping her chin. It would give your legs freer movement. And who really cares if you flash people your underwear, as long as you’re kicki...
I only came for Cake -Tobias Eaton, Divergent