His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks.I still don't understand, he says softly, how she knew that it would work.
She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love... That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need...
Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.
You're not very nice, I say, grinning.You're one to talk.Hey, I could be nice if I tried.Hmm. He taps his chin. Say something nice, then.You're very good-looking.He smiles, his teeth a flash in this d...
Don’t worry about me handling the pain, I say. I’ve had a lot of practice.
In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.
I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.
My name is Four, I say. Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.
You think giving you a hug would give away too much? he says.You know, I say. I really don't care.I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his.It is the best moment of my life.
You nearly died today,' he says. 'I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?''I couldn't do that,' I say. 'It would have been like shooting myself.'He looks pained and leans closer to me, so hi...
It is more important for you to be safe than right, for the time being. Understand? (...) But please, when you see an opportunity...ruin them
If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward.
Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person's dating possibilities.
All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.
Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say.‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the sam...
Insurgent, he says. Noun. A person who acts in opposition to the established authority, who is not necessarily regarded as a belligerent.
Dauntless,' he says. 'I was born for Abnegation. I was planning on leaving Dauntless, and becoming factionless. But then I met her, and...I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision.'
I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.
You chose us. Now we have to choose you.
Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something.Okay. He laughs shakily in my ear. Why is your heart racing Tris?I cringe and say, Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against y...