I don’t know what world you live in, but in mine, people only do things for you for one of two reasons. The first is if they want something in return. And the second is if they feel like they owe you something.
You can’t be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.
God Tris, are you even human?
I expect to weave through the crowd, dodging elbows and muttering “excuse me” the way I always do, but there is no need. Becoming Dauntless has made me noticable.
Blood is a strange color. It’s darker than you expect it to be.
I suppose everything is bound to look different when you aren’t on your way to die.
Why do you say vague things if you don’t want to be asked about them?
In order to have peace, we must first have trust.
Sometimes drastic change requires drastic measures.
You don’t always have to smack people in the face with how strong you are.
At first Eric stares at Four in silence. Four stares back.
The opinions of others cannot damage you.
Peace is restrained; this is free.
You always look like someone’s sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris.
They all laugh. We all laugh. And it occurs to me that I might be meeting Tobias’s true faction. They are not characterized by a particular virtue. They claim all colors, all activities, all virtues, and all flaws as their own.
Just do what you’re supposed to.
I should wonder what courage – which is the virtue they most value – has to do with a metal ring through your nostril.
The cruelty of fate is that I must travel with the people I hate when the people I love are dead behind me.
We believe in the ordinary acts of bravery.
Courageous? Courageous would have been admitting weakness and leaving Dauntless, no matter what shame accompanied it. Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.