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.
Sometimes I feel like there is so much to be afraid of, and sometimes I feel like there is nothing left to fear.
That’s one way of looking at it. I prefer to look at it another way – which is that if they are persistent enough, even tiny drops of water, over time, can change the rock forever. And it will never change back.
But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you’ve done.
From one tyrant to another. That is the world we know, now.
Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias.
That quality frightens me now, because I know what he told me: that I was broken, that I was worthless, that I was nothing. How many of those things did he make me believe?
My Tris should look pale and small – she is pale and small, after all – but instead the room is full of her.
The division is based on knowledge, based on qualifications – but as I learned from the factionless, a system that relies on a group of uneducated people to do its dirty work without giving them a way to rise is hardly fair.
Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.
Our ability to know about ourselves and the world is what makes us human.
It’s time to be with my brother now.
Christina,’i say,’The factionless have all the guns.
All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.
In the days that follow, it’s movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.
We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.
Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.