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...

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....

The opinions of others cannot damage you.

Change, like healing, takes time.

Looking away is submissive. Looking [..] in the eye is a challenge.

There was only one option left, and it was letting go.

Some of my anger has faded, but it isn’t hard to call back. All I have to do is think about how cold the air was and how loud the laughter was. Look at her....

Así funciona el amor cuando es de verdad: te convierte en algo mejor, en más de lo que creías poder llegar a ser.

The hurts from my last day with my father are healed now, but I want to remember where they were; I want to remember what I escaped for as long as I live.

This is how we came by our factions: Candor, Erudite, Amity, Abnegation and Dauntless.” Max smiles. “In them we find administrators and teachers and counselors and leaders and protectors. In them we find our sense...

And everyone saw me. Tobias saw me.I hear footsteps. Tobias marches toward me and wrenches me to my feet.”What the hell was that, Stiff?””I…” My breath comes in a hiccup. “I didn’t-“”Get yourself together! This...

I will become my undoing if I become my obsession” -excerpt from Abnegation manifesto

I guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed...

It would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us back out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to lingered.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still broken.

I can’t leave her now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.

…something important is lost if this man has been forced to deny his own nature.

I can pretend to be brave, but I’m not

Dead people can be our heroes because they cant disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

You could just do the work, you know,’ I say. ‘You could make better decisions, make a better life.”Yeah, I could,’ he says. ‘But I won’t. We both know that.’I do know that. I know...

Sleep,” he says. “I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.””With what?””My bar hands, obviously.”In the moments before i drift off to sleep, i hear him whisper, “I love you, Tris.

He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like they’re made out of water, about to drip down his face.

It’s strange to see people you don’t know well in the morning, with sleepy eyes and pillow creases in their cheeks

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

I am selfish. I am brave.

I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don’t.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything...

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules....

There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have...

Some days are harder than others, but I am ready to live each one of them. I can’t sacrifice myself, this time.

I still want to be angry, but I have to let my anger go.

Me enamoré de él. Pero no solamente estoy con él por defecto, como si no hubiera nadie más disponible para mí. Estoy con él porque lo elijo, cada día que me despierto, cada día que...

I also don’t believe that whatever come after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions-that sounds too much like an Erudite afterlife to me, all accuracy and no feeling.

Of course.” He winks at me.

You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however….” She smiles. “You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting.”I try...

Everything has changed and it won’t stop changing anytime soon.

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn’t have this guilt – the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it.

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

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.

I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes–new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.

The only reason I haven’t shot you yet is because he’s the one who should get to do it,” I say. “Stay away from him or I’ll decide I no longer care.

My body rises with the water. Instead of kicking my feet to stay abreast of it, I push all the air from my lungs and sink to the bottom. The water muffles my ears. I...

How do you stop conflict without conflict?

One ChoiceOne Choice, decided your friends.One Choice, defines your beliefs.One Choice, determines your loyalties – Forever.ONCE CHOICE CAN TRANSFORM YOU

Panic and terror aren’t the only kinds of fear. There are deeper kinds, more terrible kinds. Apprehension and heavy, heavy dread.

Yes, I say. Three of these flying birds. I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight-toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.

I don’t want to cry for Edward- at least not in the deep, personal way that you cry for a friend or loved one. I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw...

I like to hurt people too. I can make the cruelest choice. The difference is, sometimes I don’t, and you always do, and that makes you evil.