Yes, I’m sure it will be very peaceful when we are all dead or cowering in submission under the threat of mind control or stuck in an endless simulation.
Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.
I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.
I used to go outside every day and invent these elaborate worlds and scenarios in my head, and when I grew too old for playing pretend, I started to write everything down instead.
Four grabs a bar with each hand and pulls himself up, easy, like he’s sitting up in bed. But he is not comfortable or natural here – every muscle in his arm stands out. it is a stupid thing for me to think when I am one hundred feet off the ground.
So you’re her brother? Says Linn. I guess we know who got the good genes.
It would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us back out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to lingered.
I wonder how I seem to them. They must see someone I don’t see. Someone capable and strong. Someone I can’t be; someone I can be.
Every tattoo I got with them is a mark of their friendship, and almost every time I have laughed in this dark place was because of them. I don’t want to lose them. But I feel like I have already.
He told me once to be brave, and though I have stood still while knives spun toward my face and jumped off a roof, I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.
We believe that peace is hard-won, That sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace. But more than that, we believe that Justice is more important than peace.
Just because they didn’t shoot you all in the head doesn’t mean their intentions were somehow honorable. Why do you think they came here? Just to run through your hallways, knock you conscious, and leave?
Cowardice is how you decide to be in real life.
I want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.
Lynn smacks Uriah hard in the back of the head, Christina says, “Hey Tris!” and Uriah cries, “Ow! How on earth do you make a pillow hurt, Lynn?” “My exceptional strength,” she says.
I am better off doing as abnegation taught me: turning away from myself, projecting always outward, and hoping that in whatever is next, I will be better than I am now.
I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can’t stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.
I decide to do what I always do when I’m not sure what’s going on: I act like everyone else.
I have your back. I didn’t mean only when it’s easy. All the time.
Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places.
Four: Be brave Tris. The first time is always the hardest.