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 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.
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.
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...
Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.
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.
The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature - or at least what it has become.
The goal of my life isn't just... to be happy.'Wouldn't it be easier if it was, though?
Some people will always fear change. But we can't indulge 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...
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...
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.
Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.
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 would be shocked by the lack of security if we were not at Amity headquarters. They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.