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.
He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.
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...
The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.
Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.
I read somewhere, one, that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.I th...
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 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.
Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.
The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature - or at least what it has become.
My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.
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...
Can you be a girl for a few seconds?I'm always a girl I frown.You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girlI twirl my hair around my finger. Kay.
My father says that those who want power and get it live in terror of losing it. That's why we have to give power to those who do not want it.
Fear, she says, is more powerful than pain.
It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.
Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.
To me, when someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing - the pain of it weighs on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all by yourself. Caleb's...
It isn't the height that scares me - the height makes me feel alive with energy, every organ and vessel and muscle in my body singing at the same pitch.Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something a...
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