Maybe I’m already sure, “ he says, “and I just don’t want to frighten you.” I laugh a little. “Then you should know better.” “Fine,” he says. “Then I love you.
I shower in the dark, barely able to tell soap from conditioner, and tell myself that I will emerge new and strong, that the water will heal me.
Every faction conditions its members to think and act a certain way. And most people do it. For most people, it’s not hard to learn, to find a pattern of thought that works and stay that way... But our minds move a dozen different directions. We can’t be confined to one way of thinking...
Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined.
Don’t say I never take you anywhere nice.
I watched you because I like you.
Your powers of deductive reasoning are stunning,” spits Tobias. “Consider me awed.
I can tell by the constant shift of his eyes that he is watching the people around us-striving to see only them and to forget himself.
And I stand in the hallway, alone, grinning like an idiot.
A weight settles on my shoulders. I knew, of course, that Uriah might never wake up. But the hope that kept the grief at bay is dwindling, slipping away with each word she speaks.
Rule number one for not being creepy,” she says. “Announce your presence in a room if another person doesn’t see you come in.
Panic and terror aren’t the only kinds of fear. There are deeper kinds, more terrible kinds. Apprehension and heavy, heavy dread.
His voice is rough; it could be the thing that breaks me.
Il est plus fort que tous ceux que je connais, et plus doux aussi que personne ne pourrait le deviner. Tobias, c’est mon secret, que je garderai toute ma vie.
People tend to overestimate my character,” I say quietly. “They think that because I’m small, or a girl, or a Stiff, I can’t possibly be cruel. But they’re wrong.” I shift the gun three inches to the left and fire at his arm.
But then he stops at the door frame and says, It’s 9:24. Telling me the time is a small act of betrayal-and therefore an ordinary act of bravery. It is maybe the first time I’ve seen Peter be truly Dauntless.
If I unfocus my eyes, I see exactly what the Candor don’t believe in-gray. Maybe Tobias and I don’t believe in it either. Not really.
He seemed placid to me on the platform, but something about that stillness makes me wary now.
Sometimes, stopping yourself from falling is essential.
I think I’d like to find a middle ground for myself. To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.