Please. They’re like the Cult of Four.
Instead I just let the silence stretch out between us. It’s the only adequate response to what he just told me, the only that does the tragedy any justice instead of patching it hastily and moving on.
I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?
Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that “something” is a fake bathroom break.
I am a child. I am two feet tall, and asking if she loves me.
I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know that it isn’t some sinister force dragging me toward death. This time I know it’s my mother’s hand, drawing me into her arms. And I go gladly into her embrace.
I respect you more than anyone. But right now I’m wondering what bothers you more, that I made a stupid decision or that I didn’t make your decision.
I brought you the truth about our city and the reason we are in it. If you aren’t thanking me for it, you should at least do something about it instead of sitting here on this mess you made, pretending it’s a throne!
I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.
Can I be forgiven for all I’ve done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.
I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family. And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior.
That’s the first time I’ve ever said those words out loud, and now I hear how strange they are. How many young men fear that there is a monster instead them? People are supposed to fear others, not themselves.
I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now.
I know some things – I know that I’m not alone, that I have friends, that I’m in love. I know that I don’t want to die, and for me that’s something – more than I could have said a few weeks ago.
If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.
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.