I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless.I am Divergent. And I can’t be controlled.
I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.
How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me -- the boy whose real name is powerful enough to keep us alive in a train car full of enemies?
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.
A Dauntless Ferris wheel wouldn’t have cars. You would just hang on tight with your hands, and good luck to you.
You're the one who has to live with your choice, everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will
You want him to walk? Caleb demands. Are you insane?Did I shoot him in the leg? I say. No. He walks. Where do we go, Peter?
You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl. I roll my eyes.Not claustrophobic people, Tris.
You die, I die too. Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.
When I look at the Abnegation lifestyle as an outsider, I think it’s beautiful. When I watch my family move in harmony; when we go to dinner parties and everyone cleans together afterward without havi...
What? I ask.I'm developing a theory.And it is?She picks up her hamburger, grins, and says, That you have a death wish.
This was the first place I everfelt strong. Every time I breathe this air I feel it again.
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.
I didn't realize until that moment that Dauntless initiation had taught me an important lesson: how to keep going.
I am better off doing as abnegation taught me: turning away from myself, projecting always outward, and hoping that in whatever is next, I will be better than I am now.
He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.
Got that gun? Peter says to Tobias. No, says Tobias, I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left it upstairs.
But now, I am also learning this: WE can be mended. We mend each other.
You know what Abnegation used to say about pride?' 'Something unfavorable,I assume.' I laugh.' Obviously. They said it blinds people to the truth of what they are.