Some things are hard to let go of.
It happened. It was awful. You aren’t perfect. That’s all there is. Don’t confuse your grief with guilt.
There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.
I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. “Are you here to help or what, Stiff?” I say.
If someone offer you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.
I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still broken.
She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.
But I think that no matter how smart, people usually see what they’re already looking for, that’s all.
Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person’s dating possibilities.
It is impossible to erase my choices.
She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn’t know the truth, that he belongs to himself.
Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.
He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.
Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.
In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.
He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.
Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.
That is how it feels. Like everything between us is twisted together, friendship and love and family, so I cant tell the difference between any of them.
Being honest doesn’t mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.