Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.
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.
Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.
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 ability to know about ourselves and the world is what makes us human
Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.
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 reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.
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 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 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 have your back. I didn't mean only when it's easy. All the time.
I don't belong to Abnegation, or Dauntless, or even the Divergent. I don't belong to the Bureau or the experiment or the fringe. I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me-they, and the love...
He pus his lips next to my ear and says, You look good, Tris.
Eric walks toward me, and I back away by instinct. I try not to be afraid of him, but I know how smart he is and that if I’m not careful he’ll notice that I keep staring at her, and that will be my un...
Don't pretend, I say Breathily. You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty. Fine. You're not pretty. So? He kisses my cheek. I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave.