Becoming fearless isn’t the point. That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

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...

We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear.

But then 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. […] I’m too old...

I’m not abnegation, I’m not dauntless, I am Divergent

maybe here, in dauntless, bravery is the highest form of wisdom. the acknowledgement that life can and should be lived without fear

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.

Don’t hide yourself. Stand up, keep your head high and show them what you got!

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.

I am not Tobias Eaton, not anymore, never again. I am Dauntless.

Don’t laugh. A girl can dream.

The knife will only hurt for a moment. Then your choice will be made, and it will all be over.

I existed on my own terms. I was different my entire life. Some called me divergent, wild, crazy, unpredictable and unconformed—an apostate to the rules of the majority. I called myself God’s creation and found...

But you should know that about Dauntless- girl, guy, whatever, it doesn’t matter here. What matters is what you’ve got in your gut.

I regret…” Tobias tilts his head, and sighs. “I regret my choice.””What Choice?””Dauntless,” he says. “I was born Abnegation. I was planning on leaving Dauntless, and becoming factionless. But I met her, and… I felt...

Intentions are the only thing they care about. They try to make you think they care about what you do, but they don’t. They don’t want you to act a certain way, they want you...

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

A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.

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

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...

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

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

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.