You chose us. Now we have to choose you.
I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.
I don't need to relive my fears anymore. All I need to do now is try to overcome them.
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...
It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.
I'm going to shoot a muffin off Marlene's head.
I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
What did you do? I scream.You die, I die too.
Caleb, I say, I love you.His eyes gleam with tear as he says, I love you, too, Beatrice.
Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that something is a fake bathroom break.
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...
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
No. Because it's so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?And a half, he says.
I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.
Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.
It is impossible to erase my choices.
I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.
He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too.‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid...
Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.