You chose us. Now we have to choose you.
You nearly died today,' he says. 'I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?''I couldn't do that,' I say. 'It would have been like shooting myself.'He looks pained and leans closer to me, so hi...
What did you do? I scream.You die, I die too.
Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person's dating possibilities.
It is impossible to erase my choices.
Every tattoo I got with them is a mark of their friendship, and almost every time I have laughed in this dark place was because of them. I don’t want to lose them. But I feel like I have already.
Who cares about pretty? I'm going for noticeable.
I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
Tris: What if I don't want to cut up aloe leaves?Rosethorn: Ask me if I what you want.
Simulation Tobias kisses my neck.I try to think. I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.I look Simulation Tobias in the eye and say...
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
Some things are hard to let go of.
Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
It's not often real that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest part of someone. It's not comfortable what you do.
He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I’m afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too.‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’‘No,’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid...
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.
We've all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in the process of bolstering our own. I don't want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest. He cle...
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...
If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?
I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.