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Well, half of half our faction.' 'In some circles they call that a quarter, Mar,' Lynn says.
I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".
I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.
Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.
I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.
We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.
I feel empty, not because of sadness, but because of relief, all the tension flowing out of me.
Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.
I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
I want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.
What's this about flashing underwear?" says Uriah, sidestepping a bunk. "Whatever it is, I'm in.
Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially
We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.
I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.
I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.
Be careful, though." "Aren't I always?" "No, I think the word for how you usually are is 'reckless.
Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps back in and poisons us again.
You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.
You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris
The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.
She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.
I smirk as Peter misses again. I can't help myself. "Hey, Peter," I say, " Remember what a target is?
I get up, because I’m supposed to, but if it were up to me, I’d stay in my seat for the rest of time.
It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.
I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.
But I think that no matter how smart, people usually see what they're already looking for, that's all.
There is power in controlling something that can do so much damage - in controlling something, period.
We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.
But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.
It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.
I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.
You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.
I want people to come away from my book with questions. Questions about virtue and goodness. Not answers.
I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me intothe wrong shape.
I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.
If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward.
My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.
I try to leave some space in my mind for things to surprise me or change my mind, I think that's important.
Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.
The cruelty of fate is that I must travel with the people I hate when the people I love are dead behind me.
But Christina and I are not people who cry together; we're people who fight together. SO I hold my tears in.
I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.
Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places.
Being selfless is not that different from being brave. It is when you are selfless that you are the bravest.
I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.
Leave her out of this" "Why? Because you're doing her? Oh wait, I forgot. Stiffs don't do that sort of thing
That's what love does. When it's right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.
It's then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.