Who is he when he isn't Dauntless, isn't an instructor, isn't Four, isn't anything in particular?Whoever he is, I like him. It's easier to admit that to myself now, in the dark, after all that just ha...
We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
Suicide to them is an act of selfishness. Someone who is truly selfless does not think of himself often enough to desire death.
I’ll be your family now, he says.I love you, I say.I said that once, before I went to Erudite headquarters, but he was asleep then. I don’t know why I didn’t say it when he could hear it. Maybe I was...
I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.
I love Tris the Divergent, who makes decisions apart from faction loyalty, who isn’t some faction archetype. But the Tris who’s trying as hard as she can to destroy herself … I can’t love her.I want t...
I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.
I ignore my fear, he says. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn’t exist.I stare at him for a second. I can’t help it. To me there’s a difference between notbeing afraid and acting in spite of fea...
I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.
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.
His absence will haunt their hallways, and he will be a space they can't fill. And then time will pass, and the hole will be gone, like when an organ is removed and the body's fluids flow into the spa...
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.
Are you conceding?' he says, his mouth falling open with mock surprise. 'Seems like that serum did you some good after all...' I shove him as hard as I can. 'Take that back. Take it back now.' 'Okay,...
I'll say it one last time: Be brave.
I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.
I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say.
I pause a second. He doesn't look at me the way Will, Christina, and Al sometimes do - like I am too small and too weak to be of any use, and they pity me for it.
He sits next to me and puts his arm on the back of my chair, leaning close. I don't stare back -- I to stare back.I stare back.
Eric called Al's suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother's death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it withou...
Do the elevators work? I ask Uriah, as quietly as I can. Sure they do. says Zeke, rolling his eyes, You think I'm stupid enough not to come here early and turn on the emergency generator?Yeah, says Ur...