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.
Human reason can excuse any evil.
And I provide much- needed eye candy.
Who cares about pretty? I'm going for noticeable.
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...
Resisting is worth doing.
Four wanders through the crowd of initiates, watching us as we go through the movements again. When he stops in front of me, my insides twist like someone is stirring them with a fork. He stares at me...
Everything - our houses, our clothes, our hairstyles - is meant to help us forget ourselves and to protect us from vanity, greed and envy, which are just forms of selfishness. If we have little, and w...
You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however.... She smiles. You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting.I try to hide...
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...
Some things are hard to let go of.
Life damages us, every one. We can't escape that damage.
I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
Morning, I say.Shh, she says. If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.
It's strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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...
I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.
Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
We've all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in the process of bolstering our own. I don't want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest. He cle...