Looking at her is like waking up.
Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.
Just as I have insisted on his worth, he has always insisted on my strength, insisted that my capacity is greater than I believe. And I know, without being told, that's what love does, when it's right...
I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.
Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps back in and poisons us again.
Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating. He releases me but doesn't pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. Sometimes I just...want to see it again. Want to se...
Eyes open, then, I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.
Every faction conditions its members to think and act a certain way. And most people do it. For most people, it's not hard to learn, to find a pattern of thought that works and stay that way. But our...
Change, like healing, takes time.
But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see he...
Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
Arrogance is one of the flaws in the Erudite heart -- I know. It is often in mine.
And I'm the kind of person who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near death experiences stop her.
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.
They try to make you think they care about what you do but they don't. They don't want you to act a certain way. So you're easy to understand. So you won't pose a threat to them.
So, the thing we’re all not talking about, he says. He gestures to me. You almost died, a sadistic pansycake saved you, and now we’re all waging some serious war with the factionless as allies.Pansyca...
Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.
My parents did love each other. Enough to forsake plans and factions. Enough to defy faction before blood. Blood before faction--no, love before faction, always. - Tris Prior
Lynn, she saved half our faction from stuff, says Marlene, tapping the bandage on her arm from where the Dauntless traitors shot her. Well, half of half of our faction.In some circles they call that...
I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me.