There's a reason why she left them, Lauren, he says. His voice is deep, and it rumbles. What's your name? Um... I don't know why I hesitate. But Beatrice just doesn't sound right anymore.Think about i...
Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.
Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.
It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths peace.
I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.
He hooks a thumb in one of his belt loops and says, How are you, Beatrice? Did you just call me ? Thought I would give it a try. He smiles. Not good? Maybe on special occasions only. Initiation days,...
He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until it is gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harbored-for good, I hope.
Be brave, Beatrice. I love you.
What book(s) changed your life and why? I could probably list books for days, so I’ll just list a few favorites: The Giver by Lois Lowry, Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card, A Wrinkle in Time by Madelei...
Sometimes pain is for the greater good.
I stare at him. I feel my heartbeat everywhere, even in my toes. I feel like doing something bold, but I could just as easily walk away. I am not sure which option is smarter, or better. I am not sure...
I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together. why you like me! I exclaim. Because you're not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.
I have realized that part of being Dauntless is being willing to make things more difficult for yourself in order to be self-sufficient. There's nothing especially brave about wandering dark streets w...
I feel more like myself. That is all I need: to remember who I am. And I am someone who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near-death experiences stop her.
Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.
But I think that no matter how smart, people usually see what they're already looking for, that's all.
There is power in self-sacrifice.
THE SERUM WEARS off five hours later, when the sun is just beginning to set. Tobias shut me in my room for the rest of the day, checking on me every hour. This time when he comes in, I am sitting on t...
Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.
Nothing else is all right. His whisper tickles my cheek. But we are.