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.
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.
It's not often real that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest part of someone. It's not comfortable what you do.
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.
I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterward...
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...
Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
Who cares about pretty? I'm going for noticeable.
Tris, Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow.There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, Beatrice.He laughs weakly.Beatrice, he amends, and touches...
Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with fligh...
I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.
And I provide much- needed eye candy.
It's not cruelty, maybe, but a desire to understand that motivates them.
Soft hearts make the universe worth living in.
Life damages us, every one. We can't escape that damage.
It's strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.
Human reason can excuse any evil.