You look older.Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.
Yes, she says, her eyes bright with tears. My dear child, you've done so well.
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...
Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.
What do I believe? I do not know; I do not know; I do not know.
We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right.' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.
We believe in bravery. We believe in taking action. We believe in freedom from fear and in acquiring the skills to force the bad out of our world so that the good can prosper and thrive. If you also b...
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...
There is power in controlling something that can do so much damage - in controlling something, period.
Sometimes, he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.
Someone shouts, Enough! and I think too much and nothing at all.
Sleep, he says. I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. With what? My bare hands, obviously.
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.
It's what you deserve to hear, I say firmly, my eyes going cloudy with tears. That you're whole, that you're worth loving, that you're the best person I've ever known.
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 must be because you're so approachable,' I say flatly. 'You know. Like a bed of nails.'He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. L...
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 decide to keep the shirt to remind me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.
I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this. He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he...
I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless.I am Divergent. And I can’t be controlled.