I’d rather eat out of a can than be strangled by a faction.
It’s not often real that you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest part of someone. It’s not comfortable what you do.
There are no safe rooms, no safe truths, no safe secrets to tell.
You’re the one who has to live with your choice, everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.
I guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed down from generation to generation. – Tobias Eaton.
Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.
One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. One choice will define you.
You don’t have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can’t you see how stupid that is?
How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-.
We believe in bravery. We believe in taking action. We believe in freedom from fear and in acquiring the skills to force the bad out of our world so that the good can prosper and thrive. If you also believe in those things, we welcome you.
Do it fast, you pansycake.
But there’s so much that was a lie, it’s hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.
The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.
I was still afraid of him, I knew, but in a different way – I was no longer a child, afraid of the threat my terrifying father posed to my safety. I was a man, afraid of the threat he posed to my character, to my future, to my identity.
About when to let others sacrifice themselves for you, even if its selfish. They say that if the sacrifice is the ultimate way for that person to show you that they love you, let them do it.
Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.
Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide – they injure each other in the same way.
My skepticism is strong, but my curiosity is stronger.
It’s then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.