Their dad was always smiling, even when the situation didn’t call for it. Their mom called it his very best armor.
We walk toward the training room, Shauna updating Zeke on her week at the fence – “Two days ago the idiot I was on patrol with started freaking out, swearing he saw something out there... Turns out it was a plastic bag.
I am a steward of the family Noavek – ” It was technically true, and technically a lie. No one had ever given him a title, after all.
Despite the fact that we climbed a few flights of stairs, I still feel like I’m plunging to the earth.
Every planet in the galaxy had three oracles: one rising; one sitting, like their mother; and one falling.
I have heard that you have a talent for death,” his mom said. At least Akos had warned Cyra about Sifa’s lack of charm.
My mother told me once that we can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to.
Every faction has a serum,” Johanna says. “The Dauntless serum gives hallucinated realities, Candor’s gives the truth, Amity’s gives peace, Erudite’s gives death – ” At this, Tris visibly shudders, but Johanna continues as if it didn’t happen. “And Abnegation’s resets memory.
My mother has always talked quietly when she was angry.
You have to hold just a few things dear, because that’s what love is. Particular. Specific.
Some days are harder than others, but I am ready to live each one of them. I can’t sacrifice myself, this time.
There were some things I needed to learn.” “How to be brave?” my father says quietly. “How to be selfless,” I say. “Often they’re the same thing.
No one knew how to bear other people’s hate like Cyra Noavek.
Be brave, Tris!
I have something to tell you,” he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hand and look back at him. “I might be in love with you.” He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.” “That’s sensible of you,” I say, smiling too. “We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something.
I fear his shifting moods. They show me something unstable inside of him, and instability is dangerous.
Can I be forgiven for all I’ve done to get here? I don’t know. I don’t know. Please.
I know I should try to stop putting people in factions when I see them, but it’s an old habit, hard to break.
She knows that whoever holds the guns holds the power.
My mother always sits on the edges of things – chairs, ledges, tables – as if she suspects she will have to flee in an instant.