I think he came to die with me, I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. W...
You want to see people as extremes. Bad or good, trustworthy or not. I understand. It's easier that way. But that isn't how people work.
Knowledge is power. Power to do evil...or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.
Change, like healing, takes time.
Morning, I say.Shh, she says. If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.
Some things are hard to let go of.
I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.
Resisting is worth doing.
When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unrem...
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 didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.
In my own relationships, I know that I should break up with someone who doesn't encourage me to be strong and make my own choices and do what's best in my life, so if you're dating someone who doesn't...
Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.
Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.
The fact is, Cara continues, the data network exists, and that is ethically questionable, but I believe it can work to our advantage here. Just as the computers can access data from other factions, th...
She’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her i...
Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.
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.
I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me intothe wrong shape.
Really? I thought the transfers will go through Four’s landscape, says Uriah. Like he would let anyone do that, she says, snorting.Something inside me gets warm and soft. He let me go through it.
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