I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.
I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me intothe wrong shape.
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 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 have your back. I didn't mean only when it's easy. All the time.
Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.
I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.
Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.
She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong.
Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatin...
It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
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.
Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.
Okay, okay. I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so it’s right over my heart. Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?Yes.Feel how steady it is?It’s fast.Yes, well, that has nothing to do...
Then his eyes focus on something over my shoulder, and he starts walking. I turn to see Uriah jogging from the elevator bank. He is grinning.Heard a rumor you were a dirty traitor, Uriah says.Yeah, wh...
The floor is solid metal in some places and metal grating in others. Everything smells like rotting garbage and fire.Don't say I never took you anywhere nice, Peter says.Wouldn't dream of it, I say.
Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.
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 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.
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