I’m not abnegation, I’m not dauntless, I am Divergent
I laugh, and it’s laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place whereeverything I’ve ever known is coming apart. I know some things—I know that I’m not alone, that I have friends, that I’m in love. I know where I...
If someone offer you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.
My mother wasn’t a fool,” I say. “She just understood something you didn’t. That it’s not sacrifice if it’s someone else’s life you’re giving away, it’s just evil.”I back up another step and say, “She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplaced disgust for another person’s genetics....
Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person’s dating possibilities.
She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love… That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don’t have enough of their own.
I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talkedabout it.
Can I be forgiven for all I’ve done to get here?I want to be.I can.I believe it.
A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.
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 we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say,...
I love you” I say.”I love you, too” he says. “I’ll see you soon.
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 clears his throat. “I continually struggle with kindness.
If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.
Czasem płacz albo śmiech to jedyne, co pozostało (…)
He must have stood there for a long time, making a list of all the terrible things he had done—almost killinng me was one of those thingss—and another list of all the good, heroic, brave things he had not done, and then decided that he was tired. Tired, not just of living, but of existing....
Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt
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 feel its movement over my face. I think about snorting the water into my lungs so it kills me faster,...