I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

I also remember that my father was one of the people who voted to get the Dauntless out of the factionless sector of the city. He said the poor didn’t need policing; they needed help,...

I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.

I fit my mouth to his and he tastes like water and smells like fresh air. I drag my hand from his neck to the small of his back and put it under his shirt....

Eric called Al’s suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother’s death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn’t just brave that she died for me; it is brave that...

Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places.

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.

You’re the one who has to live whit your choice” she says.”Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.

Damn,’ someone behind me says. ‘I was hoping we would get to scrape some Stiff pancake off the pavement later.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

What is wrong with you?’ I shake my head. ‘Pull it together.’ And that’s what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at...

I decide to keep the shirt to remind me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.

If they told us what to believe, and we didn’t come to it on our own, is it still true?

Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.

If she’s in pain now she doesn’t show it; she just closes her eyes and surrenders, and that is worse than her screaming for help, somehow.

Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t

I hear something in her words that’s right, but it’s hard to believe her right now.

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true...

She wanted us to have more than five choices. Now we have none.

I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren’t all that different.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?’A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. ‘Only … partially

Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide – they...

‘Okay. Then… I can talk. Ask me something.’ ‘Okay.’ He laughs shakily in my ear. ‘Why is your heart racing Tris?’ I cringe and say, ‘Well, I… I barely know you. I barely know you...

I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.

I’ll have to keep looking for more of them, more brief moments of freedom in a world that refuses to allow it.

I guess I grew suspicious of both. Power and knowledge,” I say. “To the Abnegation, power should only be given to people who don’t want it.” – Tris

A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.

I can’t imagine it’s easy to like someone, hate them, and then lose them before any of those feelings are resolved.

I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air...

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

Hay una cosa que he sabido desde pequeño: que la vida nos hace daño a todos sin que podamos evitarlo. Pero ahora estoy aprendiendo algo nuevo: que podemos sanarnos. Sanarnos los unos a los otros.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once – allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time...

Using pain to relieve pain. Doesn’t make much sense.

You know, there’s a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it’s coward.

I think about pressing myself against him, but I can’t, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

I open my eyes and for the first time stare openly at my own reflection. My heart rate picks up as I do, like I am breaking the rules and will be scolded for it....

Now it seems like no matter what I decide, I’ll be betraying someone.

How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage another.

If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.

What do you think they’re going to do to us when they find us guilty?” she says after a few minutes of silence have passed.”Honestly?””Does now seem like the time for honesty?”I look at her...

I have a scar-a faint gouge in my knee from when I fell down on the sidewalk as a child. It’s always seemed stupid to me that none of the pain I’ve experienced has left...

I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is...

In that moment I’m able to accept the inevitability of how I feel, though not with joy. I need to talk to someone. I need to trust someone. And for whatever reason, I know, I...

The tunnel is lit at long intervals, so in the dark space between each dim lamp, I fear that I am lost until a shoulder bumps mine. In the circles of light I am safe...

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.

And what this is, I realize, is life. I don’t want it. I want my parents and I have for weeks. I’ve been trying to claw my way back to them, and now I am...

Resisting is worth doing.