Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.
Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.
Really? I thought the transfers will go through Four’s landscape, says Uriah. Like he would let anyone do that, she says, snorting.Something inside me gets warm and soft. He let me go through it.
Sarcasm is always at someone's expense.
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.
She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
She said that everyone has some evil inside them, and the first step to loving anyone is to recognize the same evil inside ourselves,so we're able to forgive them.
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.
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.
Simulation Tobias kisses my neck.I try to think. I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.I look Simulation Tobias in the eye and say...
Then his eyes focus on something over my shoulder, and he starts walking. I turn to see Uriah jogging from the elevator bank. He is grinning.Heard a rumor you were a dirty traitor, Uriah says.Yeah, wh...
So, the thing we’re all not talking about, he says. He gestures to me. You almost died, a sadistic pansycake saved you, and now we’re all waging some serious war with the factionless as allies.Pansyca...
Soft hearts make the universe worth living in.
Some people will always fear change. But we can't indulge them.
Someone shouts, Enough! and I think too much and nothing at all.
Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.
Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with fligh...
Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.
Sometimes pain is for the greater good.
Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.
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