It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do.
I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.
A Dauntless Ferris wheel wouldn’t have cars. You would just hang on tight with your hands, and good luck to you.
You want him to walk? Caleb demands. Are you insane?Did I shoot him in the leg? I say. No. He walks. Where do we go, Peter?
What do you think they’re going to do to us when they find us guilty? she says after a few minutes of silence have passed.Honestly?Does now seem like the time for honesty?I look at her from the corner of my eye. I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are stillswollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face.“Oh, you know,” I say. “Sun shining. Birds chirping.”She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an undergroundtunnel.
I think you’re still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me–they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.
Eric called Al’s suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother’s death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn’t just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.
Lynn, she saved half our faction from this stuff, says Marlene, tapping the bandage on her arm from where the Dauntless traitors shot her. Well, half of half of our faction.In some circles they call that a quarter, Mar, Lynn says.
One Choice
One Choice, decided your friends.
One Choice, defines your beliefs.
One Choice, determines your loyalties – Forever.
ONCE CHOICE CAN TRANSFORM YOU
Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up. I’ve seen it. It’s fascinating.” He releases me but doesn’t pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. “Sometimes I just…want to see it again. Want to see you awake.
Dead people can be our heroes because they cant disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.
Can you be a girl for a few seconds?I’m always a girl I frown.You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girlI twirl my hair around my finger. Kay.
Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.
I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don’t even know of what, because I have lost everything already.
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
Veronica Roth
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do.
Are you asking me to undress, Tris?’
A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. ‘Only … partially
Veronica Roth
Yeah, sometimes life really sucks,” she says. “But you know what I’m holding on for?”
I raise my eyebrows.
She raises hers, too, mimicking me.
“The moments that don’t suck,” she says. “The trick is to notice them when they come around.