Some people will always fear change. But we can’t indulge them.
It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace”.
People talk about the pain of grief, but I don’t know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.
My parents did love each other. Enough to forsake plans and factions. Enough to defy “faction before blood.” Blood before faction – no, love before faction, always. – Tris Prior.
Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.
And then the screaming begins.
You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.
I started writing because I decided I was too old to play pretend in the backyard. Then I found that I could create those imaginary worlds on the page.
I’m not Dauntless – I’m Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.
You sadistic pansycake.
Evil depends on where you’re standing.
It would be stupid to confide your entire plan to one person. It’s infinitely smarter to give little pieces of it to each person working with you. That way, if someone betrays you, the loss isn’t too great.
She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.
Thank you for your honesty.
Where’s Marcus, Destroyer of Lives, going to meet us?
I have realized that part of being Dauntless is being willing to make things more difficult for yourself in order to be self-sufficient.
No selfishness or insecurity kept him from seeing the full extent of her goodness, as it so often does with the rest of us. That kind of love may only be possible in Abnegation. I do not know.
Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.
We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?
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.